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words-for-holland · 4 years ago

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Distractions

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N decide to work in the same room together. The problem...both of them get easily distracted and a whole lotta fluff comes with it.

A/N: Whoa its been awhile but here we are again! Thank you for 1,000+ followers it means the world! Surprises to come 😉

“Hello beautiful.” Tom greets Y/N with a cheeky smile on his face. He quickly pecks her soft cheek as he places his laptop across from his lovely girlfriend, who was currently focused on her work.

She takes a second to look up, returning his smile with a soft one. “Hey, good looking. What’s up?”

“Nothing really. Is it okay if I work here with you? I just want to be close to my girl.”Tom pouts.

Y/N’s heart could burst at the sight and reason he gave. An inaudible “aw” prolonging through her mind...until she quickly realized that there could be some complications with this as a slight frown starts to replace her dimpled smile. “Wait...are you sure?”, she asks. “Dont you have press interviews that require absolute silence? I doubt any of you will want to hear the constant typing in the background.”

“Yeah, your typing is horrendous with those lead heavy fingertips of yours.” Tom teases.

“Well these lead heavy fingertips aren’t leaving anytime soon, so youre probably better off working elsewhere.” She suggests, pointing off to the distance. Tom groans at the idea, using his one hand to put her finger down. He engulfs hers with his, lacing her fingers and holding on tightly.

“Noooo. Dont wanna be anywhere else. Please darling? ” He pouts once more.

She giggles at his plea, rolling her eyes. “Course you can, bubz.” Tom excitedly scoots his chair in as he rubs his hands together to prep for the work to come.

And work they did...for at least 10 minutes. Tom was getting antsy as he read through his next script. Occasionally his eyes would roll to the left, and observe Y/N as she continued to read through an article on her screen. Not that Tom didnt find his own work fun but he always found watching Y/N do her thing just a bit more interesting.

He hadn’t realized himself, but his body start to shift and lean more towards her. His arm extending to wrap her in, as it glided up and down in a steady motion. His thumb doodling hearts on her shoulder. Tom could tell it had an effect on Y/N, discreetly smirking to himself as he heard her audible shakey sigh.

He wanted to see what else could make her sigh like that, so instead of his thumb he used pointer and middle finger, running them up and down her shoulder. Tom could see the smile creeping on Y/N’s face and her little head shake. She knew what he was up to and yet, Y/N still wanted him to think that he was not gonna get her that easily. But God was it hard. Every touch felt like tiny fireworks against her skin, goosebumps forming all over her body with every touch. She to stay strong. No distractions.

Tom eyes perked up, at the action. He must go further, he thinks. Tom starts to trace his nose from her shoulder to her neck, leaving kisses at her jawline. “C’mon darling. Think its time for a break.”, he whispers in her ear.

She turns her head towards him as she smiles, leaving a quick kiss on Tom’s lips. “Its only been ten minutes.” She laughs. “Five if you want to count the distractions.”

He backs up, pretending to look appalled. “How dare you. I’ve been a good lad focusing on my script for the whole ten minutes.”

A playful glare formed on Y/N’s soft face which ultimately ended her up with a fit of giggles. She couldnt take him seriously, but then again she never did with anything. Tom has always said if they were kidnapped by a pair of robbers, her first reaction would be to laugh. As the laughter died down, Y/N paid her attention back to the screen which had been inactive during the playful banter and continued to type out those set of documents that she had been meaning to get to.

Tom on the other hand was still reading through his script, taking mental notes on how he was going to approach his character. This time he was completely engrossed in his work. His eyes moving left to right with every line he took in. Until...he felt something ticking his lower calves. Tom knew it was Y/N’s foot, by the way it brushed just as he had done with his hand on her shoulder. The movements never stopped, her legs now curling around his own. Y/N was trying to getting back at him, but one thing she always forgot was that Tom always wins.

Naturally he had to the same, and what once became a playful game of footsie, now ended up with Tom shifting Y/N to sit on his lap. Her legs now wrapped around his waist and his hands holding onto her hips. Both of them connecting their soft lips, feeling every spark and essence of love. He looked up at Y/N with admiration, thinking how lucky he is to have her in his life. Yeah Covid sucked for the most part and limited their ability to even do anything exciting outside, but it gave them the opportunity to be with each other far more than they could have on a normal day. On a normal day, Tom would be jumping around country to country while Y/N would be home miles and miles away from him. Course, nothings changed with jumping from country to country, but Tom gets to bring Y/N with him now and thats all that mattered to them.

But work never stopped them from keeping busy. Just as their kisses were getting more heated, and their hands tangling each others hair both their alarms went off. The couple stopped their antics as they leaned their heads back, groaning in synchronization.

“Ughh. Thats my cue. I have to prep for an interview.” He mumbles as he nuzzles into Y/N’s neck.

“I know. I have to get ready for another business meeting. Whoo.” she speaks in a sarcastic manner, dropping her head.

“What time?” He asked pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear.

“Mm...3. Why?”

Tom plays with the strands of her soft hair. “Was wondering if you’ll stay with me through mine and Ill stay with you through yours.”

“As much fun as that would be. I dont think were allowed to —“

“Im not saying we have to be on camera for each others meeting. But if one of us will be off camera itll be all right.” He plans, still looking at his girl with pleading eyes. Y/N’s mouth twitches to the left, her eyes furrowed with suspicion.

“You’re doing it again.” Tom states, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“Doing what?”

“You’re making that face again.”

Her expression quickly changes to confusion, not entirely sure of what Tom was noticing that she didnt about her own face. “What face?”, she asks.

“The one where you twitch your lips and make your eyes look angry. You only do it when youre indecisive about something. Its bloody adorable.”

Y/N snorts at his comment, and tries to get off to give him time to prepare, only to be stopped by his hands pushing her back down on his lap.

“I was serious about wanting to stay with my girl the whole day while doing work. Please?” He pleads again, this time bringing out the puppy face. “I’ll be good and do the dishes tonight.”

To be fair, Y/N knew she was always gonna say yes to Tom. Its pretty hard to deny her dorky boyfriend when hes asking so sweetly and just wants to spend the day together. More so, if the roles were switched, she would have done the same thing. “Go get changed movie star, before youre late for your interview.” She murmurs to him, kissing his cheek before she scrambles of his lap to sit across from him.

Tom whoops with victory as he runs out the room quickly changing into his shirt, fixing his hair, and adding glasses for that sophisticated touch. Sure he wanted to look his best for the Cherry Press, but he made sure his outfit was something Y/N would very much adore as well.

“How do I look?” Tom asked coming out of their shared bedroom.

Y/N looks up from her computer, and smiles widely. “Handsome as always.” She couldnt take her eyes off of him, admiring every detail of the clothing and how it perfectly complimented Tom’s feature. She eyed him from top to bottom, until she noticed something. “Uhh..honey....you’re not wearing any pants.” She asked a bit confused. Her eyes engrossed in the muscles of his thighs and the fit of his Calvin Klein boxers.

Tom smirks at her. “Its uncomfortable wearing pants. Besides no one will see...except you.” He teases, gently lifting her head up so that her eyes meets his. “Eyes up here love.”

“Youre something else.” She laughs, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Well...least we know who wears the pants in the relationship.”

Tom laughs loudly at her comment. He hooks the waistband of Y/N’s sweatpants and snaps them back to further prove her point. “That was a good one. Ill give you that.” Tom and Y/N high five each other, and then it was press time.

Y/N kept quiet and tried her best to minimize the typing unless it was really needed. Seeing Tom talk about his work and dedication was something that she had always admired about him. He loved his job and everyone can see that. Occasionally they’d steal glances from each other, smiling and holding each others hand under table so that no one could see. But it was just one of those moments that Tom and Y/N couldnt help themselves too. Two hours passed and Tom was free.

“You did so well.” Y/N praised Tom and awarded him with a quick kiss. “I love it when you talk about your passion.”

“Thanks. I love that you were there with me to sit through it all.” He smiles. “I believe its your turn now. It’s almost 3.”

Y/N frowns, knowing shed have to dread through hers. Instead of getting to talk about her passions, itd all be about business, business, business. “Ugh. Do I have to?”she groans.

“Come on now. Dont be like that, you’re gonna be fine. Ill be here with you the whole time.” Tom reassures her with kisses all over her face.

“No distractions?” She asks.

“No distractions.”

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forsworned · 3 years ago

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a mutually arranged attachment. (yoriichi tsugikuni x reader)

+warnings. none in this chapter

+word count. 4.9k

+categories. f/m

+chapters. one three four five six seven eight nine ten

+relationships. modern college student au! yoriichi tsugikuni x f!reader

+characters. mitsuri kanroji, shinobu kocho, yoriichi tsugikini (obvi), muichiro tokito

+author’s note. there may of may not be mistakes but more than likely there is. if you know me you know i don't proofread for shit so just put up with me or don't lol enjoy !

+summary. when socially anxious [name] finally gets partnered up with the most mysterious heart throb in class she begins to learn that he is more than what the eye meets. she is pulled into his world and captivated by his beauty and boyish charm, but she soon learns that he is hiding secrets she is not yet ready to hear...

『© do not steal/repost my work w/o permission』

『♡』 chapter two: study date minus the date

The day seemed to drag on as you daydreamed about what your meeting with Yoriichi would be like. You imagined it would probably be mundane and straight to the point, but then your mind took a rather more--romantically expressive turn. The cliche trope of your hands touching. The longing puppy love looks when the other wasn't looking and then him tucking your hair behind your ear before leaning down to--

"Earth to [name]." A high pitched voice called out as they waved their dainty hand in front of your face. You blinked back a couple of times before reality hit you again. You were still sitting in your chemistry class with your friends who were your current groupmates working on another boring lab.

"Were you even listening to the professor? You need to record the weight every trial, meaning we are not doodling hearts and stars." You looked at the ravenette in a dazed fashion before gazing down at your lab and sure enough your bottom half of the page was covered in little hearts and stars. Your eyes squinted at the "YT + [your initials]" in a tiny heart.

"Did you seriously write your initials with his?" Shinobu's breath was creeping at the crook of your neck and you quickly covered your page embarrassed you would let your guard down so easily. Your cheeks were now pink with agitation as your friend laughed at you.

"Shut up." You mumbled putting your head on the lab table.

"Aw, do you have a crush [name]? That is so cute!" Mitsuri gushed at you.

"Kill me."

"Yes, and it’s on that cute guy with the long hair we saw at the cafe that one time.” Shinobu sang much to your annoyance.

”Oh, the one with the red at the ends?”

”That’s the one.”

”How do you even know that?” You winced at them, wondering how in the world they knew about him.

Shinobu gave you a knowing look as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We literally saw you staring at him last week when we were on break and then he caught you.”

You were visibly ashamed. “I-I wasn’t staring!”

“You totally were.”

“Was not.”

”Was too.”

You rolled your eyes as you groaned. Once Shinobu and Mitsuri knew you had a crush on someone it was game over. They would ask you for updates all the time. There was really no escaping their torture. They would want to know every detail because it was rare for you to have crushes. You were a very picky person when it came to liking someone. You sometimes would question why you had such high standards for men, but it has helped you waste less time on the ones that weren’t worth it.

”Soooo,” Shinobu had her finger intertwined under her chin as her elbows rested on the table. Her mischievous smile was really starting to irk you. You ignored her and began to record the weight on the scale and then erased your little doodles.

”C’mon, [name]. Please tell us more about him!” Mitsuri’s eyes were practically twinkling as she gave you her best puppy dog eyes. You sighed as you placed your mechanical pencil down.

”His name is Yoriichi Tsugikuni. He is in my Western Civ class and we got partnered up for a research project. I am meeting him at 3:15 today in that little cafe that’s right across campus.” Your voice was monotone and even as you spoke, but the girls were practically squealing with joy.

“Oh my God! You’re seeing him today? By yourself?!” Mitsuri was covering her mouth to hide her excitement but failed. She looked like she was going to start foaming at the mouth any moment now.

"You have to update us every fifteen minutes." Shinobu stated as she began another trial with a conniving grin on her face. Her ability to multi task was beyond you. She was stellar at almost anything she did. Chem, bio, anatomy you name it. You expected nothing less from a pre-med major.

"Yes, yes. Your wish is my command." You said sarcastically as you leaned your chin on your palm. You really couldn't wait for you to enjoy a coffee with Yoriichi in a little cafe. It almost felt like a study date, but like not.

"Are you thinking about how your date is gonna go?" The ravenette teases as she squeezes the pipette into the beaker. You inhale deeply before letting out, causing Mitsuri to giggle.

"It's not a date. We're literally doing a project together."

"So, then why is it off campus in that cute little coffee shop where couples only go to? Hm?"

You were really starting to become vexed by Shinobu's singsongy voice that had an underlying mischevious tone. You grimaced at her. "How should I know? I've never been."

"Ooo! That'll really set the mood for the both of you." You looked over at Mitsuri who was supposed to be recording observations but was instead gushing for the nonexistent budding romance between you and your history partner.

"Honestly, if I have to hear one more word about this I am not going to update either of you on anything that happens." Their faces dropped in unison. "And," you lifted your finger for emphasis that you were indeed being serious. "I will no longer participate in movie nights."

By this time, they looked utterly defeated. "Alright." Shinobu began.

"We'll stop." The rosette sitting beside her finished. You smiled triumphiantly to yourself as you scribbled down the weight you saw on the scale. If hadn't put your foot down when you did they would've never stopped nagging you about your newly found crush. Well, you didn't consider it a crush quite yet. He was just a very good looking guy who happened to sit next to you in class that you just happened to have a research project with. Shout out to Professor Garrison for that.

"So you'll update us?" Shinobu's smile was unchanging. She really does not give up, does she?

"Shinobu..." Mitsuri whispered at her. Her voice was filled with concern. She didn't want your mutual friend ruining anything by trying to poke her head in your business some more when you had clearly drawn a boundary.

"It's okay, Mitsuri. Yes, I will update you, but you need to be more tame or else I will revoke your update priviledges. Got it?"

"Got it!" They exclaimed in unison causing the class and the professor to look in your direction. They went back to doing their original task ignoring the blantantly annoyed looks and whispers about how rowdy you guys get from time to time.

"So, anyways, Mitsuri. Did you record the color change?" Shinobu's voice was drowned out by the loud thoughts in your mind. The rest of class seemed to pass as slow as ever and you were checking your phone way too often for your liking, so you placed it a few feet away from you to avoid it from distracting you.

Bzz.

Your phone lit up and his name was on your text message notifications. You held your breath for a moment and unbeknowst to you it caught Shinobu's eye. She didn't say anything and instead went back to continuing your shared lab.

『Hey are we still on for today @ around 3:15?』

You hadn't noticed your face light up as you unlocked your phone to reply.

『Yeah, I'm about to get out of my class soon. So I'll see you then』

Your two girlfriends wanted oh, so badly, to shriek with excitement, but they didn't want any backlash from you. Because you definitely would punish them in the form of silent treatment. You were notorious for going on days being totally radio silent any time someone had crossed a line you clearly set. That was your personal rule and you were not going to budge on it.

『Great, you know where it is right?』

『It's between that bike repair shop and the 7/11, right?』

『That's the one』

『Perfect, see you soon :)』

『*Yoriichi liked your message*』

You grimaced in annoyance. Why do men have to be so simple. Not that it was a big deal or anything but you would've appreciated an actual response back. With, you know, words.

"Are you almost done, Shinobu?" You asked, not looking up from your phone. You couldn't exactly hide your disappointment, but what did you actually expect? You barely knew each other, so it wasn't something that should've surprised you. No expectations equals no disappointment. You made a mental note of that.

"Mhm, just record this last trial and we should be good to turn it in."

You set your phone down and began to write down the last weight and the three of you shuffled around for a bit trying to copy all your notes on one lab to turn in for the day. As you were all making your way out, you handed your assignments in to your professor but he managed to stop you all before you headed out.

"Let's remember to keep our voices down as other students are working. Okay, ladies?" Your chem professor gave you all a knowing look. You raised your eyebrows at them as they smiled back not wanting to laugh, but instead gave him a "Yes, sir." in response.

"Why does nobody in our class have a personality." You laughed as you adjusted the strap of your bag.

"No, like literally. They're so quiet all the time it kind of drives me cra--Hey isn't that--?" Shinobu gaze is now across the hall and you follow it. It was no mistaking that it was Yoriichi sitting adjacent to where the three of you stood, reading his book with his legs spread out. He was incredibly fixated on it, not paying even the least bit of attention to anything or anyone else around him. His eyes instantaneously fluttered to your gaze and he raised his eyebrows at you, showing that he were surprised to see you there and raised his hand to wave to you.

"I'll see you guys later?" You said as you waved back not even looking at them. They agreed, trying to conceal their giggles but failed miserably as they walked away. You stepped forward as he started to put his book away in his backpack and stood up.

"Hey, I've never seen you around here after my chem class. Do you usually sit here?" Lie. A complete and utter lie that just fell from your lips and into the air. Nearly everday that you would come out of your class, you would see him sitting there in the same spot reading a book that he never seemed to take his eyes off of. You obviously avoided staring at him for too long because then your cover would be blown.

He smiled softly. It was the first time you had the pleasure of seeing it. It made you feel--warm. "Hey, yeah, I'm usually in this same spot for a bit before I go home."

"Oh, nice. Do you have anything else you need to do?"

"No, I'm completely done for the day actually. Did you need to do anything?"

"Nope, I just suggested 3:15 because I usually hang with my friends for a bit before I head back to my apartment."

"Oh, you live on campus?" You smiled a little more when he asked because let's face it, you weren't going to want to talk about your research project the whole time. Leaving room for more casual conversation was more of the path you wanted to go down.

"Yeah, that's how I know where that coffee shop you were talking about is. It's like a few blocks down from my place."

"Oh right," He looked at his watch to check the time. "we should get to the coffee shop. But it must be nice living so close to campus, no?"

"Right, the project." You sighed as you followed his lead, beginning your walk off campus."Yeah, you would think so right? But just knowing you live here out of convenience to go to class is so..."

"Debilitating?" He finished for you with a small smile. Ugh, he was just too cute for words.

"Yes. Very much, yes."

He chuckled at how easily you seemed to agree. "That's why I live a few miles away. I can't stand waking up knowing I am just a two minute walk away from campus."

"Oh, so you keep business and pleasure separate, huh?" It just slipped. You hadn't meant to say it and now that you did you felt like you were being too much too fast.

But instead of you expecting him to be awkward, he just laughed. "Yeah, something like that."

He just never failed to amaze you. His laugh, his smile, his cute boyish charm and the way that he was so intoxicating with you barely knowing him. The thrill laid in how you didn't know him. His enigmatic energy was always surging just tugging at your heart strings and you were begging for more.

"Oh we're already here." You said as you pulled yourself out of your thoughts. You felt like he could almost read your mind and it made you want to avoid any embarrassing intrusive thoughts. He held out the door for you and you quietly thanked him as the aroma of coffee filled your senses.

"I really enjoy coming here. Their coffee is amazing and their almond croissants are so good." He seemed to speaking absent mindedly to you as he shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets. You mentally noted that he was not only an avid coffee drinker but he also loved almond croissants. Not like it mattered necessarily, but still. He was too intriguing for you to not want to learn more about him. I mean for God's sake look at him. You were so consumed by your own thoughts you failed to realize that he was waiting for you to respond. His eyebrow now quirked at you with the crack of an amused smirk on his face.

"You good?"

"Huh?" You blinked back a couple of times and readjusted your eyes. You hadn't noticed that you had been staring at him, again. Your heart thumped out of your chest as you laughed nervously. "Yeah, my bad. So the almond croissants?"

He chuckled at you and then looked at the pastries sitting in the little glass display as he licked his lips. He was trying to decide whether or not he should play along with you. "Yeah, we should get one."

"We?"

Don't start panicking now [name]. Act cool.

"Yeah, on me. That okay, with you?" He asked coolly. You couldn't tell what on earth he was thinking when he looked at you, but the way he maroon eyes were glancing down at you. You could've melted on the floor right then and there.

"Sure. You're buying the coffee too, right?" Smooth. Almost too smooth. You weren’t expecting your voice to come out so suave and calm, but you thanked the Lord for it.

His smile getting bigger as he peered at you. “Getting greedy, huh?”

Oh. My. God. Your heart equals now imploded. There was no way it was humanly possible to be that attractive, but here he was doing just that. You wanted to slap yourself from the internal fangirling you had been doing all day but you couldn’t help yourself. Wait, did he just flirt with you?

Your eyes still on his as you spoke and bit back a smile. “More like you’re getting a little cheap, no?”

His jaw went a little aslack at your comeback, but he was enjoying himself with you. “Never that. Like I said it’s on me, so get whatever you feel like.”

”That’s a little more like it.” Where in the hell was this newfound confidence coming from? Not more than several hours ago were you dying inside at the thought of interacting with him and now you’re exchanging flirty (kinda) banter? Not that you were complaining at all. But the more time that passed as you two were hanging out, the looser and more comfortable you felt.

“I didn’t know you were such the conversationalist. You seem so taciturn in class.” He doesn’t break eye contact with you. His smile is gleaming, boyish but not innocent. There’s a hint of mischief behind it and you wanted to unfold it.

You scoffed at him. “I could say the same for you.” You looked over at the blank faced barista who hasn’t bothered asking what you wanted. “I’ll have the hazelnut coffee and an almond croissant, please.

”Make that two.” He interjected as he pulled out his wallet and handed her his card. She looked him up and down as she took it from her while she smacked on her gum. Without a word she hands him back his receipt and card and blows a bubble and popping it loudly.

”Thanks, man.” Yoriichi smiled as he took it out of their hands. The dark haired male’s green eyes bored into his muttered a “whatever.” and turned to service the next customer in line.

You raised an eyebrow as you followed him to the table you guys were going to situate yourself at. “Man?”

”Yeah, that’s my cousin, Muichiro. He’s a freshmen in high school and his twin brother, Yuichiro works in the back. His baking skills are amazing.” He replied, taking his bag off and sliding into the booth and you did the same on the opposite side.

“Both your cousins work here?”

“Yeah, it’s family owned.” He took out his pine green hydro flask, unscrewing it cap and taking a long swig of it before setting it down. The look on your face was incredulous and it almost made him spit his drink out.

“What?” He asked as he screwed the top back on. The smile he had on the moment he walked in here with seemed to be plastered on his face. It never once left his smooth visage.

“Your family owns this place?” Your voice carried throughout the cafe causing Muichiro to roll his eyes.

“Yup, it’ll be 40 years this upcoming Friday.” He sighed, cheek in palm as he looked out the window.

“No way.” You were blown away by not only how he just effortlessly looked like a model, but also how much you were learning from him in the span of an hour. It made you feel kind of special that he chose to take you here and tell you about his family’s owned cafe.

“He definitely could’ve taken you anywhere else, but he chose here.” Shinobu’s irksome voice rang through your head but you shook it off. God, she was so annoying even when she wasn’t even there.

“Is that why you don’t live on campus?” You asked but it came out more as teasing. His eyes were narrower as he shifted them to look at you. The familiar feeling of your heart sinking to your stomach washed over you.

“Something like that.” He immediately perked up and opened his laptop and took out his notebook. “We should get started.”

”Y-yeah. We should.” You agreed, opening your own laptop and notes. He continued on like nothing had happened. Well, nothing really did happen but there was a brief moment where when he paused to look at you, it was the same guarded expression he always had when he caught you staring. It almost felt like you stepped over the line but you hadn’t said anything wrong or pried. It was a simple question similar to the one he had asked you before, so why was he suddenly so defensive when you asked?

The question lingered in your head as you listened to him talked about how globalization reached the east.

“Are you okay?” He inquired abruptly, pulling you out of your thoughts. You reflexively straighten your back and stretch your arms in front of you as you sip at your coffee but it was gone the moment it touches your lips.

”Yeah, I’m good.” You replied smiling at him as you set your cup down. “Can’t believe this is gone already.”

”It’s pretty good, right? I usually get the blonde roast bu--"

"Muichiro, how many times do I have to tell you you need to be nicer to customers? You know like ask them how they are and how you can help them?" The voice echoed throughout the empty cafe earning a chuckle from Yoriichi as he tucked the wisps of hair behind his ear. You noticed an older handsome gentleman rubbing his temples at the boy with long dark hair who you mistaked for a girl earlier. His mint green eyes just stared at him blankly before he sighed.

"Alright, dad. I'll be nicer to customers and ask them stupid things like what they want, okay?" He put his hand on his father's shoulder and the man lightened up a little as he patted his son's head. He thanked him and noticed you and Yoriichi staring at their sort-of heartfelt moment.

"Yoriichi, my boy! How have you been?" He called out excitedly as he waved at him. Now it was Yoriichi's turn to sigh. You laughed at him watching him instantly regret every life decision that as led him up to this point.

"Uncle?"

"Yes." His head was now hanging in embarrassment. You smiled at him and look over at his uncle approaching you two.

"Well, he's coming this way."

His body jolted upward and he had to suppress the groan that threatened to release when he felt a pair of hands grip either sides of his shoulders.

"You embarrassed of me or somethin'?" His uncle chuckled at him when he replied with a muffled "No, uncle." and then looked over at you. His thick eyebrows raised at you and gave you a warm, toothy grin. "Who's lady friend, Yoriichi?"

"[last name] [first name]. It's nice to meet you, sir." You stood up and bowed at him. He laughed at you and shook his head.

"Oh please, sit down. There is no need to be so formal." He stuck out his hand to shake yours making you blush at his words but you shook it anyway. Yoriichi gave you an apologetic look but it only made you smile bigger as you sat back down.

"So, are you coming this friday to the anniversary?"

"Do I even have choice, Uncle Keshi?" Yoriichi looked dejected at this point and his uncle frowned at his inflated state.

"Oh, come now, Yoriichi don't be like that. It's suppose to be a fun event." He pinched his cheek making Yoriichi look even more miserable.

"Yeah, I don't really enjoy you and the other uncles getting drunk and dancing until one of you guys throw up. I always have to clean it up because everyone else just walks around it." He muttered, fidgeting with his pen.

"Well, you can invite [name] and I'm sure you two will have a blast." Uncle Keshi smiled and winked at you. You didn't really notice until now, but he was actually a lot more handsome up close. His hair was in a knot with loose strands pinned back with bobby pins in a slapdash manner and the scruff on his face looked like he hadn't shaved a few days, but it made him look dashing. If you hadn't known any better you would've thought that he was Yoriichi's dad. They were practically twins but rather than having red toned ends, they were a minty green and his eyes matched. You wondered if he had done that on purpose.

"I don't think [name] would enjoy cleaning vomit with me." Yoriichi shot his uncle a glare, but his uncle only pressed the matter.

"So, it's settled you'll come [name]?" His smile gleamed at you and you have never felt so compelled to say yes.

"Um," You looked over at your poor, poor classmate who was so desperately wanting to escape. "I mean I would have to look at my schedule--"

"Great! We'll see you at 7 then." Uncle Keshi exclaimed clapping his hands together and then pulled out his notebook and pen from the pocket of his apron. You noticed how he cuffed his sleeves that revealed what looked like a tattoo sleeve of dragon scales on either side."You like mackerel, right?"

"I guess--"

"Good choice. His Uncle Tanjuro makes the best grilled mackerel." He scribbled on the flimsy paper and then shoved it back into his apron and put his pen between his ear. He hadn't noticed your obvious staring thankfully and held out his hands once more to send himself off.

"I gotta get back to work, but it was nice meeting you [name]. I'll be expecting you." He shook your hand before disappearing off into the kitchen.

You heard Yoriichi groan softly in annoyance as he put his head between his elbows and sulked into the table.

"Are you alright?" You asked leaning down. He lifted his head from his position to face you but you hadn't realized that you leaned down too much because you found yourself almost nose-to-nose with him. His breath slightly brushing against the top of your lip and you felt yourself in some sort of daze. He was unmoving to your surprise. His maroon eyes were only gazing into your own [e/c] hues for a moment and you noticed something peaking out from the collar of his hoodie. Something dark that resembled the dragon scale tattoos like his uncle, but before you could get a real look at it he had already straightened himself out.

"I'm really sorry about my Uncle Keshi. He's such a pain sometimes and acts like a teenager." Yoriichi said in a nonchalant tone. Meanwhile, you had completely forgot to breathe and your cheeks were probably heating up from the sudden closeness.

You let out a small exhale and smiled at him. "I don't mind really. It's nice of him to invite me."

"Trust me. You don't want to come. For as long as I can remember, these anniversaries are nothing but an excuse to get drunk and sing obnoxiously loud while the kids have to clean up after their sloppy drunk parents and relatives. Not exactly anyone's idea of fun."

"You really don't wanna go to this party, do you?" You leaned on your elbow on the table with your chin in your palm now. He mimicked your gesture looking a little more cheerful.

"No, I really don't. And trust me when I say you'll just end up being the janitor at the end of the night."

"I wouldn't mind if you were there." Did something possess you? No, like really did Shinobu somehow crawl into your body and do all the talking for you because you were really beginning to feel like that was the case.

He didn't break eye contact with you, he merely had an amused look on his face. "Really?"

"I mean it could be fun, right?"

"Not at all." He laughed lightly. "But maybe you could make it interesting."

You gulped dryily now. It was odd how you felt calm like this. Usually, if someone decent looking was speaking to you your heart would be pounding through your chest and making your words tremble. Kind of like how when you do those shitty presentations for class that no one listens to.

"So you approve?" You cock an eyebrow at him. He sighed knowing that you were probably not going to take no for answer, but hell, what did he know about you? He only knew you as the girl who he sat down next to in his Western Civ class who minded her own business. It almost felt like he was taking a chance on you.

"If you really want to. But I'm warning you, not only will there be singing there is going to be dancing and they will more likely than not making you join them."

You frowned at him. "But, I am a terrible dancer."

He put his hands out in the air. "Hey, I'm just letting you know. You wanna come, you gotta pay the price of being a dancer for the night."

You exhaled loudly earning a winning smile from him. "Fine. I'll dance."

"Then, you can come. I'll be busy in the back getting helping my cousins and uncles chef it up."

"You cook?"

"Do I not look it?" His expression was playful yet challenging. It had you wondering what you did to deserve such heavenliness.

"I mean, I don't know very many men that cook." You shrugged. Which was pretty true. It was very hard to find a man in Japan who wasn't an asshole who thought that a girlfriend was a mom that they could bang.

"Well, in our family the men cook. It's tradition. Men are the protectors and providers for the home so it only makes sense for us that we hold down the fort."

"So, am I to expect gourmet meals this Friday?" You were beginning to get more and more excited as the thought was registering in your mind. You were really entering his world and he was willingly letting you with little to no resistance.

"Let's just say you'll be thoroughly impressed." He replied twirling his pen between his fingers and then pointed the tip down to his notebook. "But we should probably get through this before we get ahead of ourselves."

You felt the corners of you lips curve up and nodded your head to agree with him. "Yeah, let's get our outline together."

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 4 years ago

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All your fault [Sirius Black x Reader] - Requested

Title: All your fault Pairing: Sirius Black x Gryffindor!Reader Word count: 1.9k Published: 16 February, 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: Sirius’ boredom causes you to end up in detention. Or so you think, but he has a different perspective on the events and you clearly can’t find the golden middle. Request: [x] I have combined two requests. One from Tumblr and one from Wattpad. I took the liberty to change some things, but overall it’s the same.

“Hey Talented! Could you write a Sirius x Gryffindor!reader where the reader is jock with intense emotions and a chaser in Quidditch team? Also Is exceptionally talented at DADA and that make sirius jealous and turned-on too? please?” - @marauders-hogwarts

“Hey, I was just reading your marauders x reader one shots and I had an idea for one. Could you pls make one where Sirius gets into an argument with you and at the end grabs your hand to turn you around and abruptly smashes his lips against yours and asks you to be his girl. And the next day he comes up to you and tell you that ther is something wrong with your hand untill he picks it up and puts his own hand in yours and says that's better. Please? Thanks so much. I am a huge fan of your work.” - @Tamarakyra [Wattpad]

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Sirius Black had never been one to question things. He was very stubborn much to his professors’ dismay. Doing what he wanted regardless of consequences has become his personal motto. Swaying him seemed impossible, he always knew what he wanted, how he wanted it and when he wanted it.

However, on a rainy dull Saturday afternoon as he was watching you up in the air, flying across the quidditch pitch on your broomstick, your hair flat against your face, your uniform drenched in water, your eyes covered with a pair of goggles, something has changed within him. For a mere moment he felt as if time had stopped as you screamed at James for not being able to catch the snitch and win against Ravenclaw. His eyes focused only on you, even forgetting about the ongoing match.

The way you sat on your broomstick leaning forward to speed up, the way you tucked the quaffle under your arm and secured it, the sheer amount of energy you projected and the bold tone you used against his best friend all hit him right in the chest, forcing him to fall back onto the bench of the bleachers. He didn’t know where his sudden feelings came from, but the unexpected warmness filling him up from the inside made him smile at the simple sight of you. From then on, he knew the friendship you had has become more on his side.

You sat right beside Sirius at Defence Against the Dark Arts, doodling on the parchment in front of you as he kept nudging you, trying to get your attention.

“What now?” you asked for the 10th time in the past 10 minutes. “Perhaps you could focus more on the lesson. You need it more than I do,” you hissed angrily, feeling fed up with his childish behaviour.

“I’m bored,” he whined in a silent whisper.

“I can see that,” you scoffed as you drew another random pattern on your paper. Closing out the lesson, you focused completely on your drawing, finding it more interesting than whatever your professor was talking about. That was until Sirius started nudging you again.

“What now?” you hissed in anger, slightly raising your voice, but you quickly silenced yourself as you looked around, every pair of eyes focusing on you, including your professor’s. “I’m so sorry,” you apologised, hunching your back, trying to hide away from embarrassment.

“Since you have already graced us with your attention, why don’t you answer the question?” he asked in a pompous tone, clearly trying to make you feel even more awkward. However, as the new teacher, he couldn’t have known about your exceptional knowledge and talent on the subject. It took you a good second to recall the memory from the darkest and deepest part of your mind, before you were ready to answer.

“The Tongue-tying curse prevents people from being able to form a coherent sentence, therefore stopping them from being able to incantate further spells. Although Langlock its sibling curse also prevents people from being able to speak, in this spell’s case the tongue sticks to the roof of the mouth, whilst when using Silencio it causes the victim to be temporarily muted,” you explained proudly. The professor didn’t compliment you, nor did he scold you. He offered you a deadpan expression and cleared his throat.

Sirius snickered beside you with a proud grin across his face, knowing the professor didn’t expect your reply. Years ago, he would have told you off for being a know it all, but now he found it comical. He didn’t know if it was because his feelings had changed or because it was you who did it, but in the end it didn’t matter. You could have done anything and he would have supported you like a loyal puppy. At times he couldn’t even believe how easily affected he was by you.

“Khm- smartass,” you heard a cough from the side as Evan Rosier was trying to cover his words in an obvious manner. You were not one to let others walk over you nor did you plan to be one in that moment. You felt anger bubbling up inside you, the boy’s mere presence irritating you.

“Let me show the spell in practice, professor,” you grinned proudly as he turned around with a shocked expression across his face, ready to stop you in mid-spell. However, he was slower than he wished to be and before he could have said anything, the word left your lips. “Silencio,” you lifted your hand and pointed your wand at the boy, watching as he grabbed his throat, desperately trying to speak, gaping like a fish, but no words leaving his mouth.

Sirius watched as the scenario unfolded in front of him. His initial surprise quickly disappeared as he saw a smirk appear across your face, pure pride taking over your stance. He always admired your can-do attitude and bold personality, possibly one of the reasons you have been such good friends. He wasn’t lacking any of those personality traits, but when he saw you standing up for yourself, being strong and independent, it just drove him crazy. It made him feel like there was an invisible string between the two of you, pulling him closer and closer to you.

Since he realised his own feelings for you, he was watching every little move of yours, trying to protect you from everything and anything that could possibly hurt you. But before he could ever intervene and show you how much he cared for you, you took care of it, proving once again how independent you were. He didn’t mind though, he loved the strength you harboured, he just wished to be able to show you that you could rely on him.

You watched as the professor rushed up to Rosier, pulling his wand out of the inner pocket of his robe and quickly using the counter spell on him, before rushing up to your table, his index finger pointing right between your eyes. “Detention! How dare you? Detention after classes!” he shouted at you, veins popping on the side of his neck and temple, his face turning red in anger. If he had time, he would have probably embarrassed you in front of the whole class, but as the bell rang, indicating the end of your class, he had no choice, but to let you go.

Quickly collecting your belongings, you hurried out of the classroom with Sirius right behind you, calling your name relentlessly as you were about to cross the Courtyard.

“What do you want?” you asked angrily as you halted. You didn’t want to sound rude, being around Sirius was the highlight of your day, but at that moment he was a pain in your backside.

“Woah, calm down,” he gestured with his hands, but if anything, it made you angrier.

“Calm down? Calm down? It was all your fault to begin with. If you didn’t nag me about being bored, I would have kept drawing and kept my mouth shut. But you just couldn’t find anything better to do so you decided to get on my nerves and now of course it’s me who has to go to detention,” you rambled, annoyed, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself.

“Okay, I accept that I was nagging you, but I didn’t curse my classmate,” he scoffed with a hidden smile in the corner of his lips.

“It’s not funny! If you didn’t nag me, the professor wouldn’t have questioned me, which means Rosier would have never insulted me, hence the reason you are at fault,” you groaned as you turned around and started walking away.

“Hey, stop already,” he whined, but you didn’t halt your steps, if anything, you sped up. “I’m sorry,” he tried to break the ice, but it seemed to just fire you up even more. You turned on your heel, stopping right in front of the boy.

“Sorry? That’s it? You just have to say sorry and I’m supposed to forget about it?” you scoffed in disbelief. “You must be joking,” you looked up at him in clear astonishment, but after seemingly waiting for an eternity Sirius still didn’t reply.

He wanted to, he was about to defend himself, but as he watched you getting worked up about such a minor issue, at least minor for him, he could only think about how adorable you looked when you were upset. Not that he ever wanted to see you angry or sad, but for some reason it just caught his eyes that instead of being threatening, you seemed as if you were slightly pouting.

You groaned, annoyed as the silence grew between the two of you and a small smile started appearing on Sirius’ face. “I hate you!” you shouted at him as you left him behind, stomping across the Courtyard, heavy and loud steps following you.

“Do you?” he shouted after you, silently chuckling, finding your behaviour quite funny and somewhat cute.

“I do!” you replied sulking, your steps becoming quicker.

Sirius couldn’t just let you walk away, he jogged after you and grabbed your wrist, halting your steps, pulling you back against his chest. For a second even the air stuck in your lungs as you realised how close you were to him, his breath fanning your face, his pink lips almost touching yours. You were completely engulfed by his aura, his warm hold on your wrist sending shivers through your body as his other arm sneaked around your waist.

You could swear he felt your dangerously racing heart against his chest, your lips quivering in anticipation, wanting nothing but to feel his mouth on yours. As if he could read your mind, he leaned closer and closed the gap between the two of you, kissing you slowly, sensually. You expected him to be slightly aggressive, maybe dominating, but his kiss was more passionate, gentle instead, causing you a delightful surprise.

“Why?” you breathed against his lips as you parted, your eyes still closed, completely lost in the moment.

“Because I wanted to do it for a long time,” he whispered.

“Why would you?” you chuckled awkwardly. He was always your closest friend and now that you kissed, knowing the friendship you have had was gone, you didn’t know what to do.

“Do I really need to say it?” he scratched the back of his neck, pulling a face, feeling embarrassed about the words you waited for so impatiently.

“If you don’t say it out loud, how do you expect me to understand?” you questioned, and Sirius knew how right you were.

“I- khm,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “I- I have liked you for a while,” his words were silent and unsure, making you question it.

“Are you sure?” you asked, making him feel even more awkward.

“Of course, I’m,” he groaned, slightly sulking. “It’s just not easy to say.”

“Is it easier if I say I like you too?” you giggled happily, watching as his embarrassed expression slowly changed into a proud grin.

“I knew it, I felt it,” he chuckled happily, earning a deadpan look from you as you slapped his chest gently, before your lips curved into a small smile.

“Right, you did,” you scoffed as you peeled his hands off you and started walking to your next class with a hidden smile in the corner of your lips.

“Wait, wait,” he called after you as he tried to catch up to you.

“What now?” you asked, rolling your eyes as Sirius joined beside you.

“There’s something wrong with your hand,” he stated with a deep frown. You looked down at your hand, lifting it up, looking at it curiously, turning it up and down, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

“What do you mean? It seems alright to me,” you replied in confusion, but you couldn’t take a closer look at it as Sirius took it in his hand, interlocking your fingers.

“Now, it’s better,” he grinned playfully, making you giggle.

“Sirius Orion Black, you have a horrible sense of humour,” you scoffed, but you couldn’t fool him. He knew his little joke made you happy and even if it didn’t, the warm feeling of each other's touch, your small hands engulfed by his big palm made up for his silly joke.

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crash-cinematic-universe · 4 years ago

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rumor has it

pairing: peter maximoff/reader

summary: Idk if im doing it in the right one but whatever. Can you write a peter maximoff imagine where he has a girlfriend(reader) that has Allison Hargreeves powers from The Umbrella Academy - anon

warnings: none! peter is kind of Insecure but honestly when is he not

notes: this is a shor(er) and sweet one! it is 1 AM where i am so sorry if I missed some mistakes! im on the verge of collpase <3

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“I heard a rumor you stopped talking,” You groaned, watching as Peter’s lips went from a blur to a thin line. He slumped over, pouting at you with puppy dog eyes. You just stared back at him, your eyebrows furrowed and shoulders tense. As much as you loved Peter, he could be a real pain in the ass sometimes.

“Peter, look, I know you’re bored, but Hank really needs this motor fixed and I promised him it would be done by tomorrow. I need to work, but I can’t focus with you here, dollface, you know that,” You attempt to cheer him up, but he’s still looking upset. “The minute this essay is complete you’ll have me all to yourself, no distractions. My one-hundred percent, undivided attention,”

“How long will that take?” The rumor had worn off, but you didn’t mind. Peter looked at you, and the slight feeling of regret washed over you. He was just bored, and probably a little lonely. To be completely honest, this project would probably take you the rest of the day to complete, and probably the better part of tomorrow. It was a complicated motor, and even though you’re quite handy, this type of project is always a challenge.

“The rest of today… probably a few hours tomorrow--” Peter sighed dejectedly and rested his chin on his arm. Disappointment was written across his face, and it seemed as if he was trying to hide it, albeit poorly. He understands that the work that you and Hank do is important, and he realizes that sometimes he can be a little overbearing, but lately you’ve been so busy he almost never gets to see you.

“Can’t you just rumor Hank into forgetting about the motor for today?” Oh, you’ve definitely considered it. You take Peter’s face in your hands.

“You know I can’t, Peter,” He leans into your touch. It’s adorable. “It’s a violation of the trust and boundaries we established. Plus, he’ll probably get pissed at me and rip me in half,”

“He’d have to go through me, first,” Peter laughed softly. There’s something eating away at him, the gnawing feeling of worry tearing at his stomach.

Peter Maximoff isn’t an idiot. He hears the whispers in the hallways, he sees the way the students look at him when he’s with you. They all think you can do better. They’ve all placed bets to see how long you last before you kick him to the curb. You’d think being a hero would make him more popular, but no. Peter Maximoff is just as much of a loser now as he was in high school, X-Men be damned.

So, yeah, Peter Maximoff isn’t an idiot, but he is a loser. He’s a loser in a mansion surrounded by people who aren’t losers-- more specifically, your socially anxious lab partner. Everyone expected you and Hank to eventually end up together; you were both science nerds, you both enjoyed relatively isolated events, and you both moved at the same pace. That’s probably why the entire mansion was shocked to its core when Peter wound up being your boyfriend. Of course, he loves you with everything he’s got, but there’s always that feeling of doubt settled over him. It was too much, it was all too much and he needed to get away.

“Whatcha’ thinking about, gorgeous?” Peter got so lost in thought, he forgot about the situation at hand.

“I-- ” He sounded uneasy. This is how everything unravels-- he gets too honest and scares you off. Peter didn’t pay attention in history class, but he’s pretty sure Rome fell because some old guy was insecure and drove his girlfriend away. “I just, uh, don’t really want to be alone right now.” Peter thought he sounded pathetic. You thought he sounded sweet.

You looked down at the motor on your desk, the tiny screws and mechanical components jumping out at you like your desk was a pop-art installation. With a smile and a shrug, you pushed away the bits and pieces and stood up, pulling Peter up with you.

“Hank is just gonna have to suck it up and wait another day,” Peter grins as you pull him close. You collapse on your bed, and Peter quickly gets comfortable beside you. His head is resting against your shoulder, and his long arms are locked around you. He plays with your fingers, examining every mark and every scar with the focus of a brain surgeon going into work. Sometimes you wondered if Peter was just trying to memorize every single feature and every little detail that you had. He was.

“Y’know, your mutation is so cool,” Peter muses. You press a light kiss of his temple. “You can literally get anything you want. You could get anyone to do anything for you at any given moment. Everyone in the world is like a video game character to you; all you have to do is give a command and we follow it,”

“I guess it’s alright,” You shrug.

“It’s amazing.” Peter’s fingers are drumming against your arms at an impossible speed, but you don’t mind. “You’re amazing.”

“You’re pretty cool, too,” The drumming comes to a sudden stop. The gentle rhythm of Peter’s breathing falters as well.

“Eh,” He mumbles. “Compared to everyone else, I’m pretty lame. Compared to you? I’m nothing more than a speck of dust in the galaxy that is you.”

“Aw, Peter, you don’t give yourself enough credit,” It makes you sad to hear him say negative things about himself, but that’s part of building confidence. Sometimes you just need to be proven wrong.

“Remember when you saved the entire mansion when Cerebro exploded? Or that time you kicked ass on that space mission we went on? If I tried to rumor you into being cool, nothing would happen because you’re already pretty amazing.”

“You really think so?” Peter looks up at you, and something about the look in his eyes makes you want to hold him close and never let him go.

“I know so.” For now, that was enough.

“Y’know, I heard a rumor that you loved me.” Peter jokes, glancing up at you. You look right back at him.

“That’s a beautiful rumor,” A smile grows on your face. Your companion seems content with that. “Funnily enough, I heard the same one about you.”

“Rumors travel on the devil’s radio,” Peter giggles. You wish you could put his laugh on a CD and keep it forever.

“Who knew the devil was such a romantic?”

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thestarsanctuary · 4 years ago

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Hello! I’m not sure who you take requests for, but could I request Midoriya, Uraraka, and Kirishima with an s/o who they think is cheating on them but it turns out they were just playing an otome game? If it’s not too much? Have a wonderful evening!

BNHA CHARACTERS WHEN THEY THINK YOUR CHEATING (but it’s just an otome game)

I accept almost anybody from BNHA, except a fewwww (Overhaul, Endeavor, Kurogiri, that’s probably it tbh) anyways thank you for the requesfksnsksk!

MIDORIYA

Midoriya was on his way to your dorm, excited to finally spend some time with you after a few weeks because he had extensive training with All Might. He was right in front of your door, and almost entered, and right when he cracked the door he heard,

“He’s so cute! Ugh, yes I would love to go out with you!” Izuku’s breath hitched.

You heard a creak and turned to see Midoriya’s head peeking through the door, with his eyebrows furrowed. You smiled and waved,

“Hey Midoriya! I was waiting for you, I was thinking today we could-

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Your eyes faltered, taken aback at his rough tone.

“Tell you...what exactly? Was Bakugo talking about me again? Everytime that loser opens his mouth I swear-

“IF YOU DIDN’T LIKE ME ANYMORE JUST TELL ME. DON’T- don’t lead me on like some lovesick dog.” He shouted, tears ready to fall at any second. You looked at him mouth wide open.

“Izuku, I do like you? I love you quite a lot that’s why I’m dating you, what’s-what’s the problem?” You cried, confused at why he was looking so angry with you.

“I heard you! Calling- WHOEVER THAT WAS CUTE, AND SAYING YOU WOULD GO OUT WITH THEM! H-HOW COULD YOU?” He sputtered out, wiping the tears out of his eyes with an aggressive fist. You looked at him and a slight grin began to grow. You walked over to him.

“You mean...this guy right here?” You say as you lift up your phone to show some animated boy on your screen, with the words ‘I will pick you up at 8, my love’ showing up from a speech bubble. Midoriya stepped back, processing what he had just read.

“S-so...you’re not cheating on me?” He said with big eyes.

“No, it’s just an otome game baby, I could and frankly would never. I love you too much.” You whispered, running your hand through the hair on the back of his head and he hugged you.

“Oh...I’m sorry baby, I didn’t realize-

“It’s alright. Let’s just go lay down yeah? I found this awesome movie I think we would like!”

Just like that, Midoriya was back to being your lovesick puppy. Was there something wrong with that?

URARAKA

Uraraka wasn’t one to be too nervous about cheating. I mean, you were hers. Who was there that would even make you think about being whisked away from the bond that you two had? Apparently, there was somebody. And apparently, you didn’t mind.

Uraraka was walking out of the school, ready to go home and get all of her homework over with. Present Mic had no mercy for the kids of 1-A. As she walked she saw you, beautiful you, out of the corner of her eye.

“Yeah, he’s the best! I can’t believe how flirtatious he is though...not that I mind” you say as your friends laugh and giggle with you. Uraraka covers her mouth, and for a second she almost thinks about ignoring it.

You and her had something special. She knew it. You knew it. So what was it that she had done that had made you resort to somebody else? Was this her fault? Either way, maybe if she ignored it and tried to be a little better for you, there would be no reason to cheat. But that thought was quickly pushed away as Ochako knew her worth. She stomped over to your group and pulled you away by your bag.

“Woah! Ochako what’s wrong with you? I thought you were going to go home and do Present Mic’s 27-inch tall packet?” You laughed as you faced her. But she couldn’t find it in her to laugh. She couldn’t even find it in her to look at you, so she chose her oh so boring shoes.

“So, who is it.” She states, biting her tongue. Her heart was shattering, but what could she do?

“Who is...who? Did I miss something or are you having short term memory loss.” You joked, smiling at her.

“STOP JOKING AROUND. JUST- JUST TELL ME WHO IT IS AND WE CAN BREAK UP AND I CAN LEAVE. PLEASE.” She yelled, voice cracking aggressively. You stepped back, your smile dropping in an instant.

“Ochako, I don’t know who told you what, and I don’t know what you think you’ve figured out, but I don’t know who you’re talking about or what you mean.” You explain slowly, trying to analyze her anger.

“I heard you. I heard you talking about some stupid guy and how flirty he is and all that and well...I’m not mad...I could never be mad at you. But please, don’t push me to the sidelines.” She begged, tears falling vigorously. Your eyes widened as she spoke. She finally looked at you and seeing her eyes as red as they were broke you the most.

“Ochako...there is no boy. I could never, I would never want to. We’re us remember? There’s nobody out there who could take me away from you but...I think I know what you meant” You said as you held up your phone. She saw the boy on the screen giving you a despicable smirk and the relief washed off her face and she relaxed in front of your intense love-filled eyes. This was all some big misunderstanding. And her sweetheart was just playing some stupid game. And the boy- wasn’t real. She grabbed you arm and pulled you into her.

“I love you. I love you so, so much. Never leave me.” She whispers.

“Where would I find anyone better?”

KIRISHIMA

Kirishima was the type who could be insecure but would never tell you about it. To project his problems and insecurities onto you would be rude of him. They’re his problems, not yours. However today, all would be set free.

Eijiro was walking past your lunch table to go and get some yogurt. Usually you two would sit together every other day because you liked to interact with all other members of the class so you usually sat with a somebody else on days like today. And as you sat with Mina, Uraraka, and Tsuyu, Kirishima heard you say something that could have made him pass away on the spot,

“Guys I’m telling you she’s so hot. Like please come get me, she even asked me out!” You screeched with a grin as the other girls smiled back.

“And what did you say to her?” Mina giggled.

“YES! WHAT WOULD YOU SAY MINA!” You said as you jokingly rolled your eyes. “If God requests I take the opportunity” you all laughed and as you saw Kiri out of the edge of your eye you gave him a smile. The sweetest smile, God he was in love with you. But...did you feel the same? He decided that he didn’t want to make a scene and waved back at you with the best smile he could manage.

Later on that day as Kirishima sat in your room, as you doodled in your notebook he glanced at you and decided to bring up the dreadful fact. That you didn’t want him anymore.

“So what did I do.” Eijiro whispered. It was so quiet but since there was no noise you heard it easily. You looked up at him confused.

“What?” You asked, your eyebrow raising.

“What did I do. To make you find somebody else?” He asked, looking away from you. Eijiro knew that if he looked at you he would cave. He would always cave for you.

“I haven’t found somebody else? I’m not too sure who told you that but-

“STOP LYING. I HEARD IT. I HEARD YOU. TALKING ABOUT SOME GIRL AND HOW SHE ASKED YOU OUT. I KNOW I’M NOT PERFECT, AND I KNOW I AM NOT AS SMART, OR AS ATTRACTIVE AS OTHER PEOPLE BUT I THOUGHT- I THOUGHT YOU COULD LOOK PAST THAT. I THOUGHT YOU DID LOOK PAST THAT.” He yelled, his fists clenching and unclenching when the pain became too much. You couldn’t even answer at first but the first thing you could think was..is that really how he saw himself? Not good enough?

“Eiji...what do you mean you’re not as smart or attractive? Who- where did you even get that from?” You choked out as tears began to build. You couldn’t help it, yelling was never something you could take.

“Does it matter?” He spat.

“Yes! God yes it does. Because Eiji you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are incredibly smart when it comes to hero work, why would I care about some test grade made by old people with no life? And handsome...Kirishima you are so handsome that I stare at you everyday and wonder how you wanted me. You could have anybody, with your personality, your looks, and your talent combined what could I give you? Seeing you now...it hurts Eiji. I love you, you will always be more than enough for me.” You sputtered out. You tried moving closer but he moved away from you once again as tears fell down your eyes and built up in his.

“Well obviously I wasn’t enough because you found somebody else.” He ranted as you shook your head.

“No no no, Kiri I didn’t find anybody I was talking about some otome game I found! There is nobody else sweetheart- there could never be anybody else.” You whispered as you tried one last time to move closer. And Kirishima didn’t move.

“Really? There is nobody else? You still...you still love me?” He cheered as he hugged you tight, and put his head in your neck as you two sat there in a peaceful embrace.

“Of course not. I have you. Everything I need, and so, so much more. I love you Kiri.” You whispered as you kissed his cheek.

“I love you. Until the end of time.” Lord knows Kiri would love you even after that.

FIN

Okayyyy that was my first request jesus christ- I tried to kinda give the reader different personalities because I don’t really like it when people make all their readers have the same personality like- there are so many people in the world! Anyways I think I need to make a page on what I will and will not write but the list is quite open. Platonic, romantic, up to 5 people for a headcannon, and no smut...That’s simple right? (no.)

Anyways thank you all for reading!!! <3

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tamakissimp · 4 years ago

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headcanon- secret santa

summary: they’re their crush’s secret Santa

characters: Izuku, Shoto, Iida, Shinso, Dabi

warnings: cursing

request: @awkwardteengirl505 hey hun! sorry to be a pain but can you do a secret Santa part 2 please? with the rest of the gang like izu, sho,dabi ect. also hope your having a fabulous day :D

a/n: thank you! I hope you have a good day too! and yes, I was already kinda planning on doing these headcanons for more characters so thank you for requesting!🥰

𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟞𝟡𝟡

Izuku bits his tongue to keep his giggles down. He didn't even need to fully read your name, he could recognize your handwriting anywhere. Heat flushes through his cheeks as his mind goes wild with ideas for potential gifts.

"Who'd you get 'Zuki?" you suddenly ask. His heart skips a beat at the nickname. He quickly stuffs the piece of paper into his pocket and looks in your eyes. A mistake, on his part, since he immediately looks down to the ground after.

"No one!" he says a little too quickly. You hold your hands up in the air and take a step away from him. Izuku curses at himself for his response. "I mean, i-it's a secret! A t-total secret s-so I can't t-tell you.".

You nod at his words before flashing him a smile. "Okay, okay. Then I'm not telling you either,' you say as you shoot him a wink. You turn away from him when Ochako taps on your shoulder. She happily shows you her note before you show her yours.

Izuku stars at your interaction with your mutual friend. A small smile tugs on his lips as he sees how happy you get. You whisper in Ochaka's ear so that none of the others can hear you. God, he needs to make this gift perfect.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Izuku unwraps his gift with shaky fingers. He carefully pulls the black ribbon off the box before moving into the green wrapping paper. Out from under the paper, a box appears. Simple doodles decorate the sides. He recognizes some of them. They're the same doodles you always draw on your notes.

The drawings range from hearts to flowers to little face. A blush washes through his cheeks. He quickly lifts the lid of the box. A sweater lays waiting for him. He quickly grabs it out the box. He runs the soft material between his fingers.

Izuku looks up at you. A goofy smile is plastered on your lips. Yep, that makes it official. This sweater is the only thing he is going to wear for the next week.

"T-Thank you so much!" he says as he gives you a little bow. You nudge his side while shaking your head.

"Stop with those formalities," you say before pulling him in for a hug. Izuku remains frozen as you hug him. He memorizes the feeling of your body presses against his. He bites his tongue to stop a whine from spilling out as you pull away.

"Now, I think it's your turn if I'm correct," Shoto says. You nod at the half-and-half boy as you reach towards the gift bag with your name on it. It's small, smaller than the others.

Izuku's body runs cold as he watches you unpack his gift. Insecurity clouds his brain. Compared to your gift, his is trash. Maybe he shouldn't have taken Iida's advice.

A gasp leaves your lift as you read over the words written on the slip of paper stuffed in the gift bag. "A...date?" you ask before looking over at Izuku. His cheeks as he looks over at his 'gift'.

Coupon good for one date

Fuck. He should have thought of something else. Why would you want to go on a date with him? Facing rejection in front of his friends will be the worse thing to ever happen to him-

"I thought you'd never ask," you say. Wait, what? Izuku's head whips up to look at you. That same goofy smile from earlier is displayed on his lips. His heart fills up with the heat.

"Really-" he says. You cut him off but moving forwards, cupping his face and planting your lips on his. Izuku stiffens for a second before melting into the kiss. It's brief, but it's all he could ever wish for.

You pull away only to be welcomed from various comments and wolf whistles from your friends.

"I thought you two would never confess," Shoto says. You finally look away from Izuku to stare at the 'coupon' once again. Izuku laughs a little as Iida gives him a couple of reassuring pats on his back. O God, is he thankful that he's your secret Santa.

𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟞𝟜𝟘

Christmas is new to him. His parents were to busy abusing raising their kids to bother with holidays. All he knew about Christmas comes from the few Hallmark movies he saw. So when Izuku told him that the whole, so-called, Deku-squad were going to do secret Santa it took a lot of explaining. You took the role of guiding Shoto through it.

"Just, grab a note," you say as you point to the bowl sitting in front is Shoto. He nods before reaching into the bowl and grabbing a note. He looks at you again. "Open it up! See who you got.".

Shoto folds the note open. His eyes widen as he sees your name scribbled on the note. He quickly folds it closed again. "And?" you ask. "Why'd you get?".

"It's a secret, isn't it?" Shoto says. You laugh at him. You expected Iida to stick to the rules, not Shoto.

"That's true," you say. "It's a bummer though. I got Izuku.".

Shoto nods at that. Some part of him is disappointed that you aren't his secret Santa. He would even dare to say that he's jealous of Izuku. Though he pushes those thoughts back down quickly. He has no reason to be jealous, right?

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

'Y-Y/n, it's your t-turn!" Izuku says. You smile at him and grab the bag with your name on it. Izuku's attention is immediately turned back on the various amounts of Allmight merchandise you got him.

You look over your group of friends before looking back at the gift bag. You quickly grab every gift out of the bag. From the looks, if it, your secret Santa went above the budget. Way above the budget.

A simple chain necklace, a new Christmas sweater, a gift card for your favourite store. You quickly realized who your secret Santa was. Only one person had enough money to pull this off. You were certain when you pulled a new phone case out of the gift bag. It has a photo of you and Shoto printed on the back off it.

Once all the gifts are stalled out around you, you turn to your friend. "Shoto, you shouldn't have," you say before pulling him in a for a hug.

Shoto awkwardly wraps his arms around your shoulders. A smile tugs on his lips as he feels you nuzzle into his neck. You pull away again to glance at the gifts.

"I can't accept all of these," you say. Shoto quickly shakes his head.

"From my understanding, secret Santa's were supposed to give each other gifts, correct?" Shoto asks. You nod at his words. "Then please, do accept them.".

You sigh. You could see that there was a meaning behind every gift. A shirt that Shoto already owned, so that you match now. A teddy bear, that is similar to one he once won for you at a fare. A box of chocolates from the brand you both enjoy.

You nod before mentioning towards Iida to grab his gift. He happily reaches towards the pile laying in front of you all.

"I'll accept them if..." you say. "If you let me pay you back. Let me take you out for food tonight.".

Shoto's cheeks flush at the idea of you two going to a restaurant. Could this be? Maybe...

"Are you asking me out on a date?" he asks. A nervous smile spreads over your lips.

"If I am, would you say yes?" you ask. Shoto nods. You happily smile before giving his arm a light squeeze. Shoto's eyes widen at the action but he can't deny the butterflies swarming up because of it.

"Then consider it a date!" you say. Shoto nods before looking away from you and towards Iida, who's now unpacking his gifts. God, never had he guessed that Christmas could be this much fun.

𝕚𝕚𝕕𝕒

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟞𝟝𝟙

Secret Santa was just another opportunity for Iida to prove that he was a class president. He made it his personal mission to get his secret Santa the best gifts money could get.

He is busy hyping himself up as he reaches into the bowl to grab a note. He unfolds it. Y/n. Fuck. Ass. Shit. Fucking fuck. Panic washes through his body.

"Iida!" you say. The panic that was building up in him melts the moment he hears your voice. He turns towards you with a smile on his lips. You run over to him with a goofy smile on your lips.

Once you reach him, you tap him a couple of times on his arm. "Do you want to go gift shopping with me? Please?" you ask. He can't say no to you. Not when you give him those big, puppy-dog eyes paired with that goofy grin.

Iida quickly nods. "Yes! Of course," he says. "I'll take you shopping. That's what a good friend does!".

"Great! How about tomorrow at four?" you ask. Iida nods. You smile at him one last time before running off to talk to god knows who. Iida remains in his spot, relishing the warmth flowing through his heart. He is thankful that his mind is still clouded by a loving fog. If not, he would be freaking out on how he's going to hide that fact that he's your secret Santa.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Iida's normally calm composure is now failing on him. To him, it feels like you're unpacking your gift at an agonizingly slow pace. While in reality, you're tearing through the baby blue wrapping paper at rapid speed.

His fists clench and unclench as he tries to keep his nerves at bay. When you have finally thorn away all the wrapping paper, a smile spreads over your lips.

You proudly hold your gift in your hands. A little basket filled with snacks, a new mug and a book from your favourite author. Along with a letter situated in a pretty green envelope.

"This is so sweet!" you say. With that, Iida's body relaxes. A cocky smile spreads over his lips. "Who's my secret Santa?".

With that, Iida lifts his hand. You carefully place the basket on the ground beside you before crawling over to Iida and pulling him into a hug. "Thank you," you whisper into his shoulder.

Iida's smile grows at your hug. His nerves are on fire and his senses are tingling. His happily wraps his arms around you. You pull away from him - way too quickly for Iida - and look him in the eyes.

"What's in the envelope?" you asks. Iida's cheeks grow red at the question.

"Um-N-Nothing!" he quickly says. "Just open it when you're by yourself, okay?". You nod at him before crawling back to your original space, wondering what could be in that envelope.

✨bonus✨

You clutch the small basket to your chest as you take quick steps towards your dorm. You pull the door open and rapidly throw it shut behind you. You gently place the basket onto your bed before gabbing the envelope out of it.

The light green colour suprised you. Blue would have suited Iida better but it's pretty none the less. You quickly open it before snatching the letter out of it. You gently fold it open before reading it.

You're way too excited to read the whole thing. You opt for scanning the text quickly instead. I trust you. Well, that's good. Trust is essential in friendship. I hope you won't treat me differently. Wait, what? I like you.

Oh, crap. Meet me tonight at my dorm have feelings for me as well. If not, we'll pretend I never confessed.

You throw the letter down onto your bed and run over to Iida's dorm. If Aizawa would have seen how fast you ran, he would have been proud.

𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟟𝟘𝟠

To say that he was surprised when you invited him for secret Santa, was an understatement. Most of the school feared him, though you never did. You opened him with wide arms and showed him what it's like to be treated like a normal person.

Shinso ignores the hateful glares thrown his way. The only thing he's paying attention to is the way you pull him towards the bowl that Kirishima is holding.

"Y/n!" the redhead says. You greet him as well. "Oh, you brought Shinso.". For a moment, a prepares himself for another hateful comment thrown his way. "You're in general studies, right?". Oh, that wasn't so bad.

Shinso nods at Kirishima. A smile spreads over the redhead's lips. "Cool! I heard that your quirk is super manly!"

Shinso looks over at you with confused eyes. "Hell yeah," you say before reaching into the bowl and grabbing a note. "Hitoshi's quirk is badass.".

A smile spreads over Shinso's lips before grabs a note as well. "You're unbreakable, right?" he asks. Kirishima proudly smiles at him while humming in agreement. "That's...cool,".

"And manly," you add. Kirishima chuckles at you before excusing himself to continue handing out notes. You turn back towards Shinso.

"Let's see who we got!" you say. Shinso nods before folding his note open. Y/n. Thank fucking god. He would have died is he had someone else, let alone a big-mouthed little shit like Bakugou.

He looks over to you. The moment you've read the name on the note, you quickly close it again. A bright smile falls on your lips as stupid giggles follow suit.

"Did you get me?" Shinso asks. He means it teasingly but you take it seriously. Your eyes grow wide.

"How did you know?" you ask. Shinso chuckles to himself before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading the two of you towards the couch standing in the common room.

"Only I could make you giggle like a fucking idiot," he adds. You shake your head as you snuggle into his hold. Fuck, was he glad he pulled your note.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

The whole afternoon has gone by surprisingly well. So far, Bakugou has only blown two holes in the whole, Denki has only short-circuited ones and Iida has only given five lectures. No one has said anything hurtful to Shinso. The 1-A class have started to warm up to the general studies student. Shinso would even dare to say that he was having a good time. Though, sipping hot chocolate while laughing his ass off with you could make any activity 'good'.

"Come on, idiot. You're next," Bakugou groans out. He has his arms folded over his chest, doing his best to put on a 'tough guy' facade. Though, his attempts fail since the pastel orange cap that Kirishima gifted him is still planted firmly on his head. The knitted yarn along with the fluffy pomp-pomp sitting on top of it makes Bakugou look more like an angry toddler than a threat.

With a smile, you grab your gift bag. You look over at Shinso before opening the bag up. He's lazily leaning against the couch while taking slow sips of his hot chocolate.

The jet-black gift bag reveals a white scarf. Sloopy stitches and small holes quickly give away the fact that it's homemade. The creamy white colour reminds you of only one person.

You look over to Shinso to see him already smirk at you. You quickly wrap the scarf around your neck. The soft wool feels amazing against your skin.

"Did you make this, 'Toshi?" you ask. Shinso slowly nods. You run your fingers over the fabric again. "Thank you. Really, thank you.".

Shinso's heart flutters at the sight of you. Your excitement travels over to him and he can't stop a goofy smile from pulling on his lips.

"Shitty hair, you're next!" Bakugou calls as he points at Shinso.

He shakes his head as he grabs his own gift bag. "My hair is not shitty, it's cool," he says before grabbing his gift out of the bag.

"Meh, it's actually kinda shitty," you interject while rubbing the scarf against your cheek. Shinso shakes his head at you. God, you're a dork. But you're his dork.

𝕕𝕒𝕓𝕚

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜𝟛𝟟

The only reason he agreed to do this was to stop Toga from bugging him. That and the chance that he could get to be your secret Santa. Or better yet, get you to be his.

While flirting was normally his forte, all his skills when out the window when it came to you. He stumbles of his words and his hands start shaking. He feels like a highschool boy all over again. Maybe he could use this as a way to get you to go out with him.

"Bacon bits, come on and pick one," Shigaraki calls. Dabi grumbles at the nickname.

"Not my name, crusty," he says before sticking his hand into Mr Compress' hat. Please be Y/n. Just this once, let the universe work in his favour. He pulls the note out of the hat. He folds it open. Y/n.

Dabi thanks any god that might be up there. For once, luck is on his side. Dabi's eyes shoot over to you. You're talking with a giddy Toga. She's hanging on your arm and discussing potential gifts with you.

You look over at him. He winks at you and you quickly look back at Toga, too flustered to look at Dabi again. He chuckles to himself before walking over a dark corner of the bar try to look 'cool' and 'mysterious'. No one can know that he's secretly thinking if a romantic present to give you.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

"Y/n-chan! Open your gift!" Toga whines out. You shake your head at her as you carefully tear the wrapping paper away. It's clearly cheap. Knowing your friends, most likely stolen, though you don't mind. You smile as you see your gift.

A small teddy bear with dark purple patches to match Dabi's scars. You quickly look over at him. "So you can cuddle it. I know you want the real thing," he says while gesturing to his body. "But this is the closest you'll get.".

You smile brightly at him as you wrap your arms around the plushy. Dabi's heart does summersaults at the sight of you, though he does his best to hide that.

"So I'll never get to snuggle with you?" you ask with a fake pout. Dabi rolls his eyes at you.

"If you wanted to get into my bed you could have just said so, baby," he says. You look away from him again as you mention for Toga to open her gift.

Dabi smirks as he continues to watch you cradle the plushie. Some part of him grows envious of the inanimate object. Maybe, he'll offer to cuddle you tonight. Maybe.

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kvgehiras · 3 years ago

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waaaa i'm sure whatever you have typed up is great!! if you ever decide to post it, i'll look forward to it ♡

cough cough SO UM,,, ik this is oddly specific but i hope you don't mind aha .. a character of your choice with someone who has some important exams coming up soon, maybe?? i've like ... procrastinated like all of my work and slept through the entire few weeks before,, so i'm currently on the brink of eternal sleep (my fault, wholly, really) i don't mind who, just pick your favourite/s!!

thank you in advance!! qwq

hello again anon!! THANK U AAAA i might post it after the current event ends bcs im busy grinding lately lol but i will post it soon so i hope u like it ehe ;; as for ur schedule PLS SLEEP !!!! i do know the feeling off not doing any of ur work nd just resting but sometimes it's ok anon! studying when ur not feeling like it will only feel like a chore nd u probably wont be able to retain any of it. so study when u want to, bcs while exams r important, so r u hehe <3 anyways here r the charas!! wrote a lil scenario for mika, leo, nd rei!! hope u like it <3

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

KAGEHIRA MIKA

• mika overworks himself alot, mainly bcs he just wants to prove, to himself and others, that he is worthy of being a part of valkyrie

• but he still likes being a lil spoon when yall r cuddling (o˘◡˘o)

• while he is a powerful artist when hes on stage, he just melts when hes in ur arms yk!!!!

• so he doesnt mind it when lately u seem to be slacking off a bit more than usual bcs he gets more cuddles from u !!!!! #mika1stwin

• but when u suddenly stop out of nowhere nd even refuse to come out of ur room at times bcs uve procrastinated ur work too much nd if u do not finish going through ur material then ur doomed to fail nd oh lord-

• "(y/n)?"

• u look up at ur bf nd hes standing beside u- w his stuff in his hands.....?

• "ah ya see.....ya've been lookin' a lil stressed lately so i thought abt.....helpin' u like this! idk what is troublin' ya, but im here to always listen! :D"

• u break into a grin, one mika had missed so much, nd grab his cheeks to plant a kiss on his cheek

• nd still keeping ur hands where they are, u pull away to look at his bright red face

• "thank u mika... ill always be here for u too, ok?"

• nd he quickly nods, scared to meet ur eyes, esp bcs of the close proximity of ur faces rn

• what a lil baby

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

TSUKINAGA LEO

• leo is honestly the last person u want to see when ur trying to finish learning ur material,,,that too in a rush

• like!!!!! u love him u rlly do but this bitch will start doodling abt his inspiration nd all nd ur brain just cant focus yk

• that, nd also that if u dont give him Any attention At All he will literally wither away nd basically refuse to sleep nd WILL stare at u till u give him kissies (nd he alrdy doesnt sleep enough........ sigh)

• so when he wakes up in the middle of the night (the one night u managed to somehow get him to bed) nd doesnt see u in the room a part of him panics

• he quickly calls out for u nd when he hears u respond from the study room, he opens the door to see u slowly turn around from ur chair, tired, shoulders slumped over

• immediately rushing over, leo tightly wraps u in a hug, a hand running through ur hair

• "(Y/N)!!!!!!!!! WHERE WERE U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I THOUGHT THE ALIENS KIDNAPPED U!!!!?!!???!!!!!!! DONT LEAVE ME AGAINNNNNN ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

• "leo it's 2 am.......nd also i didn't leave u, u know? im right here!"

• the exhaustion was very evident in ur voice, so much so that leo pulled away only to squint his eyes at u nd go "r u not ok? u sound tired ...... gasp r u DYING????????? NOOOOO U CANT DIE UR MY INSPIRATION!!!!!!!!"

• "leo thats v sweet nd while yes i Am dying im not leaving u it's ok"

• leo smiles, which turns into a grin, nd then he suddenly gasps again nd oh lord what idea is it this time

• "(y/n)!!!!! how abt i sleep here????????"

• ".....huh?"

• "YEA!!!!!! didn't u leave that room so u wouldn't disturb me?????? but im lonely so......ill just sleep on ur lap then, ok? ok! good nightttt!!!!!!!!"

• nd then he places his head on ur lap, the other half on his body relying on the chair he was previously sitting on for support

• while he isnt wrong abt the disturbance part.....he does look content here.......nd he does feel lonely so ......

• mayb u just gotta learn today what u can wing everything at this point...... it's gonna be ok . probably....?

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

SAKUMA REI

• unlike the other two, rei wouldn't even have to guess that ur not doing ok, he would just Know

• nd what does he do to help? flirt w u nd get u to let him teach u obv!

• he Knows it's not rlly teaching, nd so do u, but what can u do when he looks at u w those puppy eyes of his, nd says that he'll do anything nd everything in his power to always help u

• so when he does take in whatever u have to study he..... he realises he's Also bad at this

• good job rei rlly helps out a ton!

• anyways to make up for it, nd also stick w his promise to help u, he tells u to go through the material, nd explain it to him! he heard somewhere that it works bcs it forces u to rlly understand the concept instead of memorising it nd u think it should work

• but oh god how is it supposed to work when rei keeps looking at u w stars in his eyes, nd his hand suddenly grabs urs nd he circles his thumb on the back of ur hand nd IS HE FLIRTING IN THE MIDDLE OF A STUDY SESSION

• rei playfully quirks an eyebrow when he sees u get flustered nd just . lay ur head on the table w sigh nd just whine

• "REIIIIIIIII I HAVE TO STUDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

• he chuckles bcs he does realise what hes doing to u nd honestly he loves ur reactions so he keeps doing it

• "fufufu.....sorry love, i'll be quiet now. go on, do ur thing." (liar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ur too flirty for a study session!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

• tip : never keep him in the same room as u when u have work to do . keeps flirting . too much distraction .

• ratings : 200/10 . the additional 200 points is bcs hes too cute to say no....... god he rlly has u wrapped around his finger huh

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obeiii-mee · 4 years ago

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Hi there! If its okay, could i ask for headcannons of the brothers finding out MC is an Artist? Something like, finding there sketchbook or napkins w doodles on them jfjdjs Or maybe they catch MC glancing at them alot while trying to draw them? hfjd Ty!! Your writing is really good~

Of course it’s OK! I’ve always liked the idea of MC having a really interesting hobby and teaching the brothers about it. I feel like all the brothers would be very supportive of them, even if they all had various reactions to their hobby but I really love writing wholesome moments like that. Sorry this took longer to come out, I made them really long to make up for it!

Also thank you. Your compliment means a lot :)

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The Brothers’ reactions to MC being an artist:

Lucifer:

-Well if you’re going to glance at him every two minutes, he’s bound to notice

-I mean, you’re pretty damn obvious

-Lucifer got pretty used to you whipping out your sketchbook whenever you could

-So for you to start doodling in his office while he worked wasn’t exactly unheard of

-He caught you staring at him before looking back down at your drawing, continuing your series of furious scribbles

-Now you piqued his interest

-“You seem very focused there love. What are you drawing?”

-Scared the crap out of you because he rarely ever talks when he’s working

-You were reluctant to show him but Lucifer has his insisting face on

-When you passed him the sketchbook, he momentarily froze

-Your drawing was so detailed and full of emotion, capturing him slumped over his desk, exhausted but determined to finish the work he’s been assigned

-He was so surprised and stunned, for a second, he forgot to breathe

-“It’s not exactly one of my best drawings yet but-“

-“You never fail to impress me MC.”

-He suspected you were drawing him but he wasn’t expecting this much effort to be put into it

-He would definitely keep all your drawings of him

-Loves all your work but secretly adores your sketches of him best

-Lucifer would occasionally look over your shoulder while you sketch, taking a peek at what you’re drawing and smile to himself

-He’s never felt this much pride for someone else before

Mammon:

-Was pissed you would rather spend time with an object rather than him

-It annoyed him at first because he couldn’t tell if you were listening to him or not while you had your nose stuck in your sketchbook

-Basically, he was jealous of a sketchbook

-You can’t do that Mammon, that’s Levi’s thing

-So one day he decided to see what the fuck was so great about that giant notebook you always have with you

-He turned your entire room upside down searching for the damn thing before finding it

-He flipped through it and I’m sure the entire House of Lamentation could hear his gasp

-You drew him for pages and pages in all sorts of positions and styles and he was a flustered tomato going through them

-You willingly drew him? The scum of a demon who could never do anything right unless it involved money? You put your time and effort into these sketches and doodles despite him being condescending and a dick at times?

-Excuse me but this man is already head over heels in love with you, you can’t keep giving him reasons to fall for you

-He was so engrossed into your work that he didn’t notice you behind him

-“Mammon why is there a mess in my room-“

-“HOLY SHI-AHHH!!!”

-Too embarrassed to even think of an excuse for going through your shit

-“Ah those...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drawn you without your permission Mammon-“

-“Are ya kiddin’ me? MC, I feel insulted that you didn’t tell me about this sooner. Can...Can I keep some of ‘em??”

-Now he insists that you draw him as often as possible and would even pose for you (he loves the attention let’s be real)

-He wants to see all of your drawings and will endlessly support you

-Thought about using your skill as a way to make money because art can be very expensive

-But in the end, he dropped the idea

-Why would he sell something so precious to him??

Levi:

-He probably has a sketchbook too

-You guys draw Ruri-chan together in your own styles

-Levi always insists that you’re much better at drawing than him tho

-Your talent makes him a little jealous but at the same time he’s fascinated

-Was so surprised when he found out you were into sketching

-Levi was even more surprised when you showed him all the drawings you’ve worked on for your favourite anime and video game characters

-OK but how come you’re so perfect? Not only are you a lovely person that is willing to watch anime with him without insulting his opinions but you can draw? W...h...a...t...?

-He requests several sketches of ‘The Tale of the Seven Lords’ characters and will actually tape them to his wall

-Some of them are right on his Ruri-chan shelf

-“Hey normie, do you...do you mind teaching me how to draw? I want to learn.”

-Is 100% determined to learn how to properly sketch from you

-You started drawing him as well, usually while he games

-You better stop, he’ll have a nosebleed if you keep being so nice to him!

-Draw him as an anime character and he will start fangirling

-“Phew. OK I’m finished.”

-“What did you draw?”

-“Hentai.”

-“This. Is. A. Masterpiece.”

-Will proudly show your work to his brothers (usually the same drawing more than five times)

-What did an otaku like him do to deserve you??

Satan:

-He found out you were an artist fairly quickly

-I meant he found tissues with doodles you left behind everywhere

-He kept all of them

-It was so refreshing for him to see you so invested in your drawings the same way he is in his reading

-You’re still under the impression you’re being sneaky by drawing him while he has his nose in his books

-You ended up finally gathering enough courage to show him one of your portraits of him

-He had a reaction similar to Lucifer’s really

-Praise!

-He made your drawing into a bookmark

-Idk how but he did

-You leave him a few doodles of you and him being all lovey dovey and he absolutely adores them

-Will lose his marbles if anyone says anything remotely negative about your style or talent

-Draw him fluffy animals pls he will literally have them framed and fixed up in his room

-Also if you draw any of his brothers (specifically Lucifer let’s be real) in a silly way he will actually start snorting with laughter

-You sketch him pretty damn often and he can’t really complain

-It’s really peaceful when you two are in the library and you’re working on your doodling while he reads aloud to you

-Buys you equipment like pens and pencils and even sketchbooks when he knows you’re running out

-He’s really delighted when you come over to show him your drawings

-Once he caught you staring at a cat as you started sketching it

-He actually didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much

Asmo:

-Noisy little fucker that he is and in need of drama, he looked through your sketchbook

-Thought it was a diary at first but nope

-Imagine his surprise when he found pages upon pages of drawings of his brothers and him

-Except his weren’t really a surprise

-He’s gorgeous of course you would want to draw him

-But oh my God, do you realise how much he values art??

-I know he looks as if he only thinks about sex but he definitely has a thing for creativity and art like painting and photography

-“MC darliiiing~? Why didn’t you tell me you can draw?”

-He actually shrieks at how well you’ve captured his beauty

-He insists that they look like actual pictures of him

-Takes several pictures of all of them and posts them on DevilGram

-A bit salty when you drawing anything else but him

-However, he can’t deny that you’re one of the most talented individuals he ever met

-He comes up to you every day and lractically begs you to draw him

-One time you came in your room to find him naked and asking you to draw him

-Is actually kinda good at drawing himself

-Specifically people

-He has enough experience exploring the human body so he surprisingly enough, knows a thing or two when it comes to body proportions

-“MC draw me like one of your french girls~”

-I’m sorry I had to do that

-He also likes the attention he’s getting when he poses for you

-He may think he’s the most beautiful being in all three realms but he definitely thinks you’re the second

-So he often offers to draw you too

-He likes having cozy chats with you while you draw

Beel:

-You left your sketchbook behind in the kitchen with him

-Mammon needed your assistance to get down from where Lucifer hanged him after one of his failed money schemes

-He knocked a glass of milk nearby it and had a panic attack for a minute

-Legitimately thought he ruined the whole thing

-Was actually about ready to cry because he knew how important your sketchbook was to you

-Looked through it just to make sure there were no splotches or anything

-To say he was relieved when he realised it was fine would be an understatement

-He was kinda drawn to your sketches, most of them carefully drawn and expressive, even some of the ones you scribbled out

-One specific drawing caught his eye though

-You drew him and Belphie together, with his twin brother’s head resting on his shoulder while Beel ate

-He was mesmerised by your talent and by your thoughtfulness

-Beel felt bad about it but he kept looking through your sketches, enchanted by everything in it

-You drew him and his brothers several times

-It’s safe to say the discovery of your drawings brightened his day

-Gave back your sketchbook later

-He apologised for going through it without your permission more than he needed to

-You had to accept his apology because he looked like a kicked puppy

-Feels very honoured whenever you let him look at your work

-Is more than happy to pose for you!

-But that might be a bit of a problem seeing as he tends to move around a lot

-“Whoa, that looks just like me! The food I’m eating looks really realistic too...which is making me hungry. Let’s go to Hell’s Kitchen, you can finish this there!”

-Supportive bean

-You gave him a family sketch of him and all of his brothers once

-Normally, he only likes gifts he can eat

-But he treasures that drawing more than food at times

-“This...this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me! Thank you MC! But uh, someone’s missing in this drawing.”

-“Ah shit, who did I miss?”

-“You.”

-If anything ever happens to Beel or his happiness I swear to Lord Diavolo-

Belphie:

-OK but you left your notebook just sitting there right next to him???

-How do you expect him not to look through it?

-Belphie doesn’t care much for privacy

-And he doesn’t exactly have morals either

-He didn’t even know you were into drawing

-Which to be fair, wasn’t scandalous considering he sleeps 20 hours a day

-But he wants to be more involved in your interests so that’s why he took initiative with your sketchbook

-Idk what he was expecting but definitely not a sketch of him staring back at him

-His heart skipped a beat but I don’t even know if demons have hearts

-The cheeky little shit took pictures and may or may not have made on your drawings of him his wallpaper

-Most of the drawings were of him sleeping, surprising...absolutely no one

-“So that’s what you’re up to whenever I go to sleep huh? So cute~”

-But besides all that, he is really touched

-I mean, if there’s anyone undeserving of your love and respect is the piece of shit of who tried to kill you

-Yet here you are, continuously showering him with affection and now this

-Probably spent hours looking at your sketchbook while you were at R.A.D

-Didn’t say anything to you when you came back except handing your notebook back to you

-Though he was less of a smartass and more affectionate for the rest of the day

-Next morning, you took the liberty of waking up before him and sketching him again

-He grabbed your arm halfway through your doodling and grinned at you from under the covers

-“Drawing me again huh? You won’t mind me doing this while you’re at it then right?”

-Now he’s sleeping in your lap

-Whenever you show him your work, he makes a small approving noise but he’s seriously impressed

-Draw Lucifer or Lord Diavolo in any offensive manner and he will actually start giggling

-Gets all huffy puffy when you draw his brothers instead of him (we all know Beel is the exception)

-I may have a thing for Belphegour

Al~

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #⭐️ requests #☂️ demon brothers #🕯 general

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lucky-bucky-boy · 4 years ago

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Muse

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve’s little art hobby wasn’t necessarily a secret, but how good he was at it? That part was.

Word Count: 1552

Warnings: Fluff, eluded angst and insecurity from Steve

A/N: This is for a writing challenge by @jbbuckybarnes. I truly tried my best to make this my absolute most inclusive piece of writing, so if you have any constructive criticism on how I can do that better please message me.

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs welcome and highly appreciated.

Bright sunlight pranced throughout the small Brooklyn apartment, flittering and flickering through the air. A few tea light candles were strewn around on flat surfaces, emanating a soft vanilla scent that enhanced the sweetness that lingered from the nights dessert, a rare thing but a necessity with what was bound to happen in the next few weeks. Soft blankets and a peaceful quiet, comfortable silence that only made the warmth of the moment stronger.

Your eyes flickered from the book in your hand to your sweet boyfriend sitting opposite of the room in his favorite chair. A colorful pallete and a dirty cup of water sat on the table next to him, his hand moving in thoughtful flicks as his teeth nibbled at his lip in concentration. A few pieces of his blonde hair had fallen into his face, occasionally shaking his head to move it from his view and causing a smile to spread across your lips.

Steve has always painted. A fun little hobby to fill the time. Sometimes it'd just be a drawing, a simple sketch with charcoal. But lately, since meeting Dr.Eskrine late last week he's been specifically painting more and more. The colors on his pallete have even become brighter and move varied, but he never showed you the pictures. You assumed they were just personal little doodles, nothing big and extravagant, maybe something that would be somehow embarrassing for him.

However, you did know why he had been painting more. Steve had been recruited, kind of. He'd be the subject of an experiment called Project Rebirth. Neither of you knew too much about it, but you did know that within the next week or to Steve would be receiving his letter for him to be wisped away.

At first, Steve was excited. He finally had managed to find a way to get what he wanted, a way to serve his country. And you were excited for him as well, how couldn't you be? His blue eyes lit up so bright when he told you, so excited and talking so fast he was practically reminiscent of a puppy. He nearly gave himself an asthma attack with how much energy was coursing through him.

But the reality quickly set in for the both of you. He'd be leaving. Your Stevie, your perfect gentleman of a boyfriend, your number one supporter would have to leave you, and there was a good chance he may not come home. You two cried that night, a whirlwind of emotions laying catastrophy to your bliss, and vowed that every moment between then and him leaving would be the most special time you could imagine.

Some would argue that there wasn't anything special about this; About sitting feet apart, in the most peaceful quiet only slightly disturbed by the sounds of people going home after a long days work outside, doing your own thing. But you couldn't have this with anyone else, this comfort and feeling of home was something you never felt until Steve. Everyone was shocked when the two of you moved in together, but you hadn't wanted to let this feeling slip through your fingers, and you were even more grateful now that you had made the decision to do so.

Without thinking much of it, you sat your book down and stood up, moving to Steve. After pressing a kiss to his forehead you grabbed the dirty cup of water and moved to the kitchen just feet away to refresh it for him.

You felt his gaze follow you, as it always did when you moved about. He tried not to admit it but he was truly shocked as to how he got so lucky to be with you. Someone so caring, driven, and open minded. Someone who's inner beauty matched their appearance, who was definitely way out of his league in his opinion and didn't have a care in the world for how small he was. A girl who was almost too ambitious and too determined for her own good. You inspired him, way more than you knew at this point.

"Whatcha painting, dear?" Your voice cut through his thoughts as you came back with the fresh water, only trying to peak at the pad of paint paper a little.

The flush that covered his skin was far too obvious for him to play off, and he tripped over his words as he talked, "it's uh, nothing - really - I mean it's not nothing but-"

The light laugh that fell from your lips caused him to blush even darker. Steve watched as you leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before kneeling beside him. The look you gave him was too pure and sweet and he knew he wouldn't be able to resist whatever you requested of him next.

"Can you please show me some of your paintings, Stevie? You paint so much and I feel like this is a piece of you I don't know much about." The sweetness and curiosity had him cliff diving head first into falling in love with you all over again.

"Uh, s-sure." Steve did well of hiding the one he had been working on, sitting it aside and out of view as he flipped through a few pages of his painting paper and showed you a picture he painted of a garden.

Your breath was practically stolen as your gaze danced across the intricate detail of the picture he was showing you. Variants of almost every shade in the rainbow were whisped across the paper, creating a beautiful scene of blooming flowers and bushes, caged in by a white picket.

"You can paint? Like, really paint?" The statement came as more of a question, almost in disbelief with what you were seeing. You had sworn painting was just a pass-time type of hobbie for Steve, but you were wrong, way wrong. It wasn't a hobbie, it was a talent.

"A little bit, yeah, I guess," he mumbled, bashful and still not use to any type of praise. "I had- I had painted that one night after we had talked about buying a house one day. You said you wanted a little cottage with a white picket fence and a huge garden. I figured, if I couldn't give the real thing to you, I could at least paint you something close to it."

Your heart practically broke and swelled all at once. The sincerity of this man never ceased to baffle you. "Stevie! You call this a little bit?" You exclaimed. "This is beautiful. Can you show me another?"

He smiled, shy but hopeful and nodded. Steve moved down to sit on the floor with you, pulling a few of the papers out to lay across the floor, all different scenes of things you had talked about wanting to do together. A little bakery, a blue cottage, a cabin and lake. Your eyes scanned across every one, seeing every little detail and color, feeling like you were seeing a scene out of a movie, feeling like you could have actually been there.

"Steve, love, these are amazing," you breathed out, voice soft and quiet.

"I painted them for you," he admitted, voice just as hushed. He avoided looking at you, but you couldn't help but look at him after that admittance. "When I found out about getting recruited I starting painting everything we ever wanted to do together so you could hang them up or keep them to remember me, so you wouldn't forget me."

"Forget you?" The little pang of hurt was evident in your voice. "Stevie," you leaned over, cupping his face with your hand and making him look at you. A quiet exchange of sad smiles before you pressed a kiss to his lips, a promise, "I'll never forget you. I love you."

Steve smiled a little more brightly. "I love you too, doll."

"But," you voice had a tease, trying to keep the mood light and happy. It wasn't time for tears, not yet. You wanted as many happy moments with him as possible before he left, "you have to promise not to forget me."

Steve chuckled softly, shaking his head, "I couldn't if I tried."

And little did you know, the painting he set aside was his way of making sure he didn't forget you. That he wouldn't forget the way your hair sat against your skin, or the bridge of your nose, or any freckle and smile line. The warmth that emanated from you or the curve of your lips in a resting smile.

No picture could do any of that, any piece of you justice. So, Steve didn't rely on a picture, instead he just painted his favorite muse. After a moment of hesitation he moved to grab it. It wasn't quite finished, but almost there and done enough to show you.

"I painted those for you, but I'm painting this one for me, to keep with me while I'm away."

Steve sat back down, showing you the all too realistic portrait of you reading a book, in the position you'd taken comfort in over the last week. Your breath had truly caught in your throat this time, times welling as emotions bubble in you. "See, doll, I can't forget something I've painted."

Tags: @lokilvrr @hurricanerin @kcd15

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bigbearum · 3 years ago

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Ok so while doing some doodles I’ve had an idea for my characters story

Ok so the story goes that on Elizabeth’s travels around Tayvat she stumbles into Qingcie village. Spending time to pick up every plant and mineral she sees, she explores the whole area. The final area she gets to is the warehouse owned by the feiun comers guild and overhears some very expressive speaking. Being nosey, she listens in and little does she know that Xingqiu can see her eves dropping through a window. She’s startled by the sound of a door opening and attempts to explain her current position. After a few minutes of listening to this strange girl blabber in a flustered mess, Xingqiu stops her with a gentle hand on the shoulder, “You seemed very interested in the story Chongyun picked, would you like to come in?”

After listening to Chongyun’s story, Xingqiu asks who Elizabeth is and what she’s doing in Lieue. Elizabeth explains that she’s and exploring artist from Sumeru with an interest with the materials of Tayvat. She tells of all the materials she has collected and of how different things come of use in her travel, and how she tracks all of them in the books she makes and writes on the way. At this point Xingqiu stops her with a grin plastered on his face. “You.. make.. books?!” He exclaims with a look of pure joy. “How could you keep this from me until now? I love books! Please tell me you have them with you,” he beams at her with an intensity she had yet to see on such a soft looking boy.

“Though quite heavy, I always carry my full collection of notes and pieces with me for reference,” she says gleefully, “feel free to browse them all you want.” She pulls her large messenger bag onto her lap with a thump and begins to pull out a sizeable collection of books. Some have paintings and sketches, others have detailed notes alongside small rocks and pressed plants, detailing all their uses (known to her).

The vigour of which the boy took the pile of books was unfathomable as he leafed through each book quickly before looking back at the author with fervour. “If you would allow it, would you stay in Lieue for a while longer so I may read your collection? I have yet to meet an author of whom I’ve never read a work from, and to be able to enquire into your studies further as you write the series is exceptional!”

The look of excitement refused to leave his face as she agreed to stay longer for him. The explosion that was his reaction engulfed the entire building in sound before Xingqiu composed himself.

For the next month Elizabeth stayed in Xingqiu’s residence until he finished her collection. During his reading, he developed a small fan crush on Elizabeth for her craftsmanship and attention to detail. When Elizabeth departed she left her collection with Xingqiu for safe keeping and he expectantly awaits her next volume of notes.

I think it’s so cute for him to follow her like a puppy whenever she visits and he’s like really exited to show her all the knew books he got in the time she was away

#I think it’s cute #genshin #genshin oc #xingqiu #genshin xingqiu #Genshin oc headcanon

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crushzone · 4 years ago

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Hi can I request some reader x Lev if that’s ok and if your comfortable, where whenever they are making out the reader keeps on giggling because of how ticklish they are 🤗

My Muse - Haikyuu!!

Character: Reader x Lev Haiba

Summary: An aspiring photographer in search of their muse, runs into Lev on one of their early morning photography escapades.

Word Count: 8,091

Warning: Fluff, none really, Lev the tickle monster? A little suggestive at one point, but he’s just being a tease lol.

Additional Notes:

Dear anon, I hope you enjoy this! Since your request allowed me a lot of room for exploration, I kind of took it for a spin, but I still hope you find the little ticklish kiss part fun!

As a camera nerd, I hope I was not too technical with this. If I had been, please let me know and I will make revisions haha. I figured it might be fine because if you’re not familiar with cameras, you will be just as confused as Lev was in this!

But if you are a fellow camera nerd, come talk to me because I would love to talk about film photography lol.

ALSO, a bonus quick doodle of model Lev I did to supplement my story. ;)

Please do not repost my work (and artwork), thank you!! 💕

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Crank. Snap. Crank. Click.

You sigh in frustration as you come to the end of your film roll, slowly moving across from the beautiful alley cat in front of you to sit down on the side walk, being careful not to scare it away from its glorious pose.

It turns to look at you calmly with its blue eyes, subtly channeling the sassiest impatient expression you have ever seen on a feline, its white fur only surrounds its face like a mask, while the rest of its body is black. If this was your cat, you’d totally name it Erik, or Phantom, like the characters from Phantom of the Opera.

You pull out an empty canister, a pen and a roll of paper tape from your book bag and sets it next to you as you calmly wind your film, bringing it close to your ears so you can hear it click when it’s done. Then you pull the back cover open with confidence, loading your winded film into the empty canister, taping the top off, and uncapping your pen to label the date.

Looking up to make sure the cat is still there, then to the sky to sigh in relief that dawn is still awaiting your perfect shot. You look back down to your 35mm camera on your lap, re-loading it with a fresh new roll of film.

You close the back with a snap, as you pick the camera up from your lap, running your fingers up and down the side as you try to familiarize yourself with every dips and textures of the device.

Photography may be a hobby for some, but to you, it’s your dream. There’s just so much beauty in the world, so many people to capture, and so many quiet moments like this to remember. You love waking up very early in the morning to have a head start on readying for school, so you can take your sweet time, photographing quiet moments that only happens during the magic hour of dawn, on your way to class.

You bring your camera to frame up the cat, perfectly composing the shots with no spare inch to even bother cropping, because it was just complete.

Crank. You wind the lever of your camera, tongue licking your lower lip in anticipation. The cat perks its ears and its eyes widen, looking so lively and in its element, as if though it was posing for your camera.

“There you are!” A loud laughter sounds and from your peripheral, a VERY tall figure jumps at the cat.

Snap

Incredulous, you slowly pull your camera away from your face, no longer sure what you ended up capturing, and you will never know until you’ve develop your film at a later time.

If only you had applied a little more pressure to the shutter, a few seconds earlier, you would have been more sure.

“Oww!!” You finally look up from your camera to see a tall male with silver hair, gripping his hand with a wince, the cat no longer there.

With widened eyes, you take a few steps back. Your parent’s warning about dawn being the prime time for crimes, echos in your mind. But then he turns around with a pout and you can’t help but relax. There’s no way this guy can commit crimes.

“Y/n-san, and don’t judge anyone off their appearance, you never know who the criminal may be.” You mentally recall your mother’s voice, as you stiffen back up.

His eyes trained to his hand, brows furrowed, as he’s watching some blood drip to his wrist, still unaware of your presence.

“Are…are you ok?” You ask quietly, still debating if he’s going to kidnap or befriend you.

Like an eagle, his emerald orbs lock on to yours and you take another step back. He’s so intense.

But then just as quickly as his eyes had shifted to yours, a wide enthusiastic grin takes over his features, and you could have sworn that if he was a puppy, and a tall one indeed, his tail would be wagging rapidly.

“I didn’t see you there, I’m Lev!” He offers his injured hand for you to shake, but you just grab the tip of his long pointer and shakes it daintily; not wanting any of his blood on you.

You let go of his finger then digs through your book bag to pull out a water-bottle and some bandaid. “Here, it’s not much but it should be enough to get you to the nurse without scaring anyone.”

He blinks, a little surprised someone he had just met is so thoughtful to him before reaching his hand back out with a smile. You put your camera strap over you and swings it to the side, before washing away his blood with your water, allowing it to drip down his wrist and on to the ground.

He winces at the sensation of your cool water burning his wound; a strange juxtaposition. However, what’s stranger is that he can’t seem to will his eyes away from your concentrated face.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/n.” You respond, one worded, still too focused on cleaning his wound to carry out a decent conversation. However, Lev did not pick up on the clue as he continues to converse.

“I don’t usually see a lot of people going to school this early. Is this your regular route?” He asks.

You bring your eyes to scan his uniform; White button up, red tie, black vest, and grey trousers that matches his hair color perfectly. A fellow Nekoma peer.

Meanwhile he brings his hand to the side to shake off the access water, swinging his palm up and down to air dry.

“Yea, I like to get up early so I can take some morning photos.”

You unwrap the bandaid packaging as you patiently wait for his hand to dry. Then when it is, you carefully position it so that the scratch only touches the non-adhesive cushion, throwing the crumpled wrapper back into your bag. It’s a tomorrow problem.

“I like getting up early too! There’s just something so magical about dawn, it paints the sky so pink, it almost looks like cotton candy.” He looks up to the sky, reaching his bandaged hand upwards in a grabby motion, as if he’s trying to pick a piece of cloud for himself.

You look up to him, his fair skin kissed by the warmth of the sky as his vibrant green eyes reflect the ball of sun that is shyly rising. your hand that’s been on the camera twitches as the urge to photograph the moment tempts you, but you decide against it, since you’ve only just met him.

Re-adjusting the strap of your book back out of habit, you begin to walk away from him.

“I should get going, nice to meet you.”

He blinks, confused as to why you’re leaving all of a sudden. “Hey, let’s head to school together!” He says, as he bounces up to you.

You turn to him with a sigh. If only he didn’t scare that cat away, you may have started off on a better foot.

“Sure.”

He beams at your response. The two of you continue your journey to school in an awkward silence; you’re generally not the most talkative person, and he’s suddenly feeling a little shy to say something because he senses the air being a little off.

“Your camera looks really cool. Where’d you get it?”

You pick your camera up in your hands and smiles fondly at it.

“My parents work at a vintage camera shop close to 8-Eleven. (nope, not a typo, it’s the store near Nekoma in their OVA) This Pentax K1000 is a new camera someone had just sold to us, it’s the one I’ve always wanted, so the moment it came in, my father gifted it to me.”

I actually own this camera, and it is my baby 💕

He finds himself smiling with you as he watches you run your hand over the material of the camera tenderly.

“Isn’t it a little scary when you can’t see what you’ve just shot?”

“I think that’s the charm of it. Sometimes I’ll take a photo, forget about it, and when I go to develop my film, I get to relive the moment again.” Your smile widens as you think back to all the silly photos you developed. “It also makes me very picky about my shots, so that all the photos I end up with are all very good ones.”

“That’s so cool! I wish I know how to develop a film!”

You chuckle, slowly warming yourself up to him. “Well, get me a completed roll of film and maybe I can teach you. I’ve done it so many times, I know the procedure like the back of my hand”

In a way, his enthusiasm reminds you of how you were when you were younger; always so excited to learn all the ropes your parents have to offer about film photography.

Maybe he’s not so bad after all.

He bounces energetically again. “I WILL get you a roll of shot film!” And then he stops with a pout. “But I don’t have a camera…”

You laugh, already predicting his dilemma even before he made his promise.

“I would lend you my Leica M2, but I don’t know you very well. You could be an irresponsible camera parent for all I know.”

He doesn’t even know any of the names you are saying, assuming that they are all just camera models, but it doesn’t matter. “I will prove to you that I am a very responsible camera parent, y/n-san.”

“Well, win my trust then, Lev.” You say with a small smile, continuing to walk ahead.

A determined smile slowly make its way to his lips as he brings his fist to punch the air. “I will, y/n-san, I’ll win your trust!"

———————

It is now lunch break, and you’re using your 30 minutes to head back to your parent’s camera shop, and grab some food along the way from 8-Eleven. Humming quietly to yourself, you bounce down the streets, wondering what new cameras might come in today.

Speaking of cameras, you wonder what you should photograph next. The film you’ve just loaded is a rather expensive one, best suited for portraits due to its outstanding ability to render skin tone.

Hmm, portraits. You mentally browse through a list of people that may be suitable for your next project, but you can’t seem to decide on one. No one had really caught your eyes recently…

“Y/n-san!!” You turn to the sound source, instantly feel your cheeks warm when you see a group of very attractive, mostly tall, men sitting at the bench in front of 8-Eleven.

Too many cuties in one photo lol.

They all look so good in their own kind of way…

Suddenly feeling very awkward, you look down to your feet after you’ve accidentally made eye contact with the bed head haired male who gave you a grin. When you look back up, all you could see is half a red bean bun being offered to you.

“Y/n-san! It’s so nice to see you again.” He says, chewing happily with a bright smile, mouth full with his half of the bun, and his long arm still outstretch to offer you his other half.

Look at him and Inuoka eating omg. 🥺

You suddenly have a difficult time gulping, and with widened eyes, you slowly force yourself to exhale. There’s a strange sensation in the pit of your stomach, a warm feeling that slowly crawls its way up your heart, then to the front of your forehead, as you feel the urge to explode, in tears? In laughter? In a whimper? You don’t know what is going on, and you’re just not going to think too hard about it as you look up at Lev chomping away at his food, oblivious of his effect on you.

How could he be so cheery all the time? It’s like his lips are made to smile and his eyes are made to glisten.

Like a robot, you stiffly bring both your hands up to accept half of his bun between your delicate fingers. You could have sworn the bread looked a lot smaller when it was in his hand.

“Thank you.”

He nods enthusiastically in return. “I was worried because we never really exchanged contact. So I spent a good couple of minutes trying to figure out how to see you again.”

You feel a rush of warmth to your cheeks as you slowly nibble at the soft bread, barely making it anywhere near the filling. “Did that work out for you?”

“Yea! You said your store was near 8-Eleven, so I asked my friends to come get lunch here with me!” He turns back to wave at his friends, though no one returned his gesture except for the tall male with spiky brown hair, waving back with matching enthusiasm. (Inuoka 🥺)

He asked his friends to get lunch here just so he can maybe run into you again?

Looking off to the side, you continue to nibble at your bun, thankful that he’s offered it to you because you’re suddenly too shy to enter 8-Eleven with all those attractive guys sitting in front of it.

“So where are you headed to?” He looks at you with a soft smile, finding the fact that you’re holding your food with two hands very endearing, like a little chipmunk.

“I’m just heading to the shop, I wanted to see if there’s going to be any new cameras that might come in today.”

“Oooh, can I come with?” He leans down to look at you and you can’t resist his eager eyes.

“Sure.” Then you walk off with him happily trailing next to you, readjusting his steps to match your speed.

At the bench, Yaku is holding a melted ice cream, the dessert no longer holding its integrity as the liquid drips down his wrists and on to his grey trousers. He puts it in front of him so it drips to the ground instead, teeth gritting in frustration.

“Freaking Lev! Why would he ask me to hold his ice cream if he’s not planning on getting it back.” He frowns as he watches his tall friend leave with you.

“He forgot his bag too!” Inuoka says when he notices that all their bags are still perfectly lined up next to each other’s.

Kuroo finishes his box of milk with a few airy sips, and tosses it into the garbage bin. “This guy…whoever they were just got him hooked.”

Kenma looks up from his game momentarily to glance at the two of you before looking back down without a word.

—————

The bell to your parent’s store jingles when you open the front door, allowing it to slowly recline back to close.

Your father’s eyes light up when he sees you bounce towards the counter with an enthusiastic grin, while your mother waves at you from the cashier. “I’m here to bother you during my lunch break again!”

Your parents laugh, clearly not bothered by your visits at all, they almost expected you to. Your father looks to the tall boy next to you with a warm smile. “Welcome to our shop!”

Lev smiles back, bowing politely to him then to your mother before leaning back up to look at you. “This is my friend Lev, he just wants to swing by and check out our store.”

“Glad to hear that!” Your father laughs as he sets down a big cardboard box filled with new cameras that arrived today on the glass counter. “Check out our new arrivals!”

You gasp when you spot a model you love, reaching in to pick it up delicately, as if it’s a newborn baby. “N-No way!! A Fujifilm point and shoot in collaboration with Disney?!”

“Yea! You should have seen the guy who came over to sell it!” Your dad begins.

Your mother turns around in her seat and laughs. “He was all dressed up in a Donald Duck t-shirt and Mickey jeans.”

Why are you so excited over a Mickey Mouse on a camera? Lev tilts his head, a little confused but he’s happy you’re happy.

You turn to him with your sparkles in your eyes and his brightens right back. “I can’t believe a collector in this town decided to sell it to us. This is a very rare collection, and in such pristine condition too.”

I guess, who wouldn’t be happy to see Mickey Mouse on a camera. He’s happy for you.

“Whoa!” He says, unsure what else he could add on to keep your smiles going for longer. “Y/n-san, what kind of photos do you take?”

You set the camera back into the box and picks up another to inspect its condition. “All sorts! I do a lot of street photographies, but I’ll have occasional cravings to do fashion portraits too.”

Your father was about to discuss more exciting facts about the camera in your hand, but your mother places her hand on his bicep to silence him with a smile, nodding towards you and Lev who are conversing happily. The two of you are in your own little bubble.

“That’s so cool! I’d love to have a look at your photos sometime!”

“I would love for you to see it! I have it in my room if you’d like to!”

Nodding his head quickly, he responds. “Yes please!!”

You set the camera back down again and walks over to the employees only door that leads up to your home above the shop. “Thanks for sharing these with me dad! I’ll come look into it some more after school!”

“Of course, honey, There might even be more later!”

With an excited nod, you turn to walk up the stairs with Lev behind you.

——————

“Whoa, Y/n-san!!!” He dashes to the collage of photographs next to your bed, eyeing every single one of them with his eyes sparkling. “Are you sure you don’t work for an editorial or something?!”

You laugh timidly as you sit on the bed, bringing your hand to rub the back of your neck shyly, you’ve never been good at taking compliments. “That makes me happy to hear, Lev, I’ve always wanted to work as an editorial photographer.”

“You should! I know you will.” He says with so much confidence, it almost felt like you’ve known him for much longer than just this morning.

He notices you have one particular male model reoccur in a few of your photoshoots. “Are these your friends, y/n-san?”

“Not really, I’m not really too close to anyone here. But I’m not afraid to ask random people who’s caught my eye to model for me.” Then you look up to see that he’s pointing to a specific model, causing you to look down with your cheeks warm. “Oh, him. We used to be neighbors, but he doesn’t go to Nekoma anymore.” He was your first real crush.

Not quite getting the answer he was looking for, he decides to brush it off and continue to look at your other photos, comically leaning his lanky limbs down just so he can have a closer look.

Meanwhile, you can’t help but draw your eyes back to Lev, unintentionally studying his features: eyes very feline-like, as he studies your photographs like a snow leopard with his big hands on his long long legs. He would look so great with olive on his smooth skin, one that would accentuate the definition of his long neck that leads up to his defined jaws. Perhaps a button up with some free flowing trousers?

Gosh…he is beautiful, how have you not realized it this morning.

Sensing the silence in the room, he glances over to see your eyes immediately snap away from him as you look down to your lap while fiddling with the material of your comforter.

But that doesn’t bother him, he likes that you notice him.

“How come I don’t see you in any of these photos?” He asks, standing up tall.

“Because I’m the one taking the photos? Also, I don’t think I’m too photogenic.”

“Nonsense!” You look up to see him smile cheekily at you, and you almost just want to raise your camera to photograph him again. “You have the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen!”

You feel immense heat rise up your cheeks and that warm feeling in your gut returns, but before you could burst, he adds.

“But that’s ok! I guess I’ll just have to earn your trust so I can photograph you with the Leila 2.”

You blink before you begin to laugh, finding his failed attempt to remember the names of your camera incredibly endearing. “My Leica M2?”

“I was so close! Yes, that one!” He laughs.

Your laugh slowly settles when you look at his face for the 100th time today, the after smile still apparent on your lips, but your eyes are enchanted by his boyish charm.

You want to photograph him so bad…

“Lev…” You breath, he stops laughing and looks at you, a glint of expectation in his eyes.

“Hmm?”

Your eyes widened when you realized you actually attempted to speak your mind. “Uhh, um. Nothing…we should probably head back to school.”

His expectation dissipates, replaced by a nod and an unintentional flirty smile. “Yea, but after I get your number?” (Smooth. Lev totally gives me that unintentional flirty boy vibe, where everyone thinks he’s flirting with them, until you realize that he’s just generally friendly lol.)

He doesn’t even know what he was expecting, but he can’t seem to stop himself from trying to learn more about what else might make you smile.

—————

It had been over a month since you’ve met him, and the two of you had been texting frequently. Some days when he’s extra busy with volleyball, you find yourself constantly glancing at your phone in anticipation for his response to just about anything you sent him. When you do get a notification from him, you can’t help but smile widely as you finger rushes to see what he’s said.

You would wake up and fall asleep to his texts, and though you’ve denied your expectations of receiving his daily greetings, he never seems to let you down. It makes you feel special, like he’s always here with you, thinking of you.

Some days, he’ll show up to your shop after practice when you are close to the end of your night shift, just to say hi, and eat some quick dinner together before he has to run home.

Your parents keep asking you about Lev, but you would always tell them that he’s just your friend, and they would exchange knowing looks to one another.

“Oh sweetie, Lev came by last night and he wanted us to give this to you, first thing in the morning.”

Your mother pulls out a neatly wrapped present with Mickey Mouse printed all over it. Your heart flutters with joy as you feel heat rush to your cheeks and the corners of your lips automatically rise. You reach your arms out to bring it to your chest, before excusing yourself back up stairs.

“I like this one.” Your mother says to your father, who nods happily.

“Yea, I like him a lot too.”

——————

Shutting the door lightly behind you, you flop down on your bed with the present in front of you on the pillow. This is the first time someone aside from your parents had ever gifted you on your birthday.

Reaching for your phone, you move the present on to your prettier blanket before snapping a quick photo of it to send to Lev. He responds almost instantly.

y/n [6:10 AM]

-photo-

Lev!!! Thank you so much for your present!

Lev [6:10 AM]

Yayy, I’m so glad! Have you opened it?! :D

y/n [6:11 AM]

Not yet! I’m just excited.

Lev [6:11AM]

Well, open it, y/n-san. I hope you’ll like it.

You set your phone down to unwrap your present, until you hear another ping.

Lev [6:13 AM]

WAITTT!!!

Y/n!!

Let’s video call! I want to see your reaction. :)

Suddenly you’ve become very nervous, you’ve never video called him before and you weren’t properly dressed yet. You look down to inspect the current state of your appearance: oversized hoodie and boxer shorts, your hair is a mess and your teeth had not been brushed.

You could hold off on unwrapping your present, but you recall your parents specifically say that he wanted it to be given to you, first thing in the morning. But the lingering drowsiness from waking up so early, still weighs your lids and the thought of peeling off your comfortable hoodie and clothing your bare legs feel unbearably troublesome.

Lev [6:17 AM]

Y/n san??

Screw it.

You force yourself not to think too much as you hit a video icon under his name, and he picks up almost right away.

“Y/n-san, happy birthday!” He says, voice still a little husky from sleep, and you instantly feel your heart beat just a little faster as you eye his appearance through your small screen. His silver hair is still messy, unlike his usual neat side sweep, and he’s still bundled up in his purple blanket, allowing his toned arms to come in full display when he hugs a pillow that’s under his chest. Something about his undone appearance makes you want to be right there with him.

“Lev-san!” You gulp as you try to divert your eyes back to his sleepy smile as he lazily rests his chin on a pillow. “Did I wake you up?”

“Nope! I had to be up anyway. Now, open open!” He gestures with a nod.

You set your phone down on your pillow as you sit cross legged in the center of your bed with the present on your lap. He pulls his phone closer to subtly check you out; secretly imagining you in his hoodie instead, then blushes when he notices your bare legs, the hem of your plaid boxers only peaking shyly.

If only his phone would not make a snapping sound, he would have screen grabbed this image of you, looking so temptingly undone. (<- What would he do with the photo tho 👀😉 )

You read the tag and begins to smile, moving your fingers to carefully unwrap the golden ribbons and the dotted paper, making sure to not to rip anything by accident.

Lev sets his phone against his pillow, then leans onto the back of his hands as he watches you with a smile. Your happiness is just so infectious, and he can’t stop himself from craving it.

You squeal and giggle happily when you pull out the camera strap and 3 rolls of film you’ve always had your eyes on. His eyes sparkles and his smile widens at your reaction, as he laughs with you.

He wants this moment to last. He wants to keep seeing you smile.

—————

You did it, you finally asked Lev to model for you.

It had been 2 months since you’ve done any photoshoots, and you can’t seem to figure out why you found it so difficult to ask him to model for you…

You think back to your other failed attempts and face palms yourself when you try to recount all the times you would watch him in his moment in awe, then his name would slip from your lips without your mind’s consent. When he responds and urges you to continue, you would always look away and change the subject.

He steps out of your restroom in the clothes you’ve handed him, and you can’t help but stare.

“Is this ok?” He asks innocently.

And he is more than okay.

He looks even better than how you’ve always imagined him to: standing so tall in his olive button up and brown trousers, his top unbuttoned down by two. His shoulders are a lot broader and his waist more snatched than how you’ve imagined him under Nekoma’s ill-fitting uniform.

Here’s my quick doodle of Lev for this fic haha.

You run your eyes up and down his figure, trying to come off like you’re looking over his outfit, but really, you’re trying to brush off the tingly feeling at the tip of your ears.

“If you’re comfortable…” You hesitate, as you realize your request may be too much to ask for. “umm…if you could unbutton one more?…ah, only if you’re comfortable, you don’t have t-“ You continue to ramble but he just nods and unbuttons his third one, revealing his toned chest.

You eyes widen because you were not expecting him to be so chiseled, but that actually makes a lot of sense since he’s a volleyball player after all. Then you look away with your cheeks flushed when he grins at you with a wink. (Ah 😳)

Damn him and his pecks.

You mentally shake your head to snap yourself out of his allure, rummaging through your bag on your lap. “Oh…I almost forgot.” Pulling out your black camera, you offer it to him with a smile. “Here’s my Leica M2!”

He beams and carefully holds it in his large hands, the way he’s observe you when you inspect the store’s new arrival; like a newborn.

“Yes!!! Thank you so much, I almost thought you forgot about it.” Without hesitance, he walks over to his bag that’s next to you on the bed, then pulls out a roll of film. You look at him a little surprised.

“When did you get that roll?”

“Oh, your parents gave it to me on one of the times when I came to visit, but you weren’t here.” He gets on his knees beside you, putting the camera on your bed to perform his first loading operation. You blink when he does it so calmly and so perfectly, snapping the back shut before cranking the lever until the notch reads 0: ready for its first real shot.

“H-How? What? When did you know how to do that?” He looks at you with an excited smile.

“Your father taught me this! Haha.”

Your confusion fades as you begin to feel a little down; you wanted to teach Lev how to shoot on film…”Did he teach you how to develop film too?” You say quietly as you get up with your bag strapped across your shoulder.

His eyes widen, suddenly realizing why you’ve stopped smiling. “No, I asked him not to because I want you to be the one to teach me.” He gets up from his knees to take a step towards you. “Will you help me with that, Y/n-san?”

“Yea.” You take a moment before responding, turning to walk away, but he brings your wrist into both his palms.

“Y/n-san…I’m sorry if I made you sad.”

He sits on the edge of your bed, then gently tugs you into his arms, resting his head against your right shoulder, with one of his large hands comfortably on the small of your back while the other’s on your nape.

You immediately stiffen up before slowly allowing yourself to relax in his warmth, bringing your arms to shyly wrap around his waists and leaning your head on top of his, inhaling slowly to bask in the fresh scent of his silver strands. The two of you stay that way a while, maybe a little longer than you should, before he shifts to look at you. A strange feeling in your stomach at the unusual sight of his face so close to yours at eye level.

You look right back into his captivating orbs, the charm of his feline-like eyes hold your gaze captive, and like a magnet, you find yourself leaning closer to him as he does the same. Before your mind could register the situation, your soft lips meets his plush ones, and like a feather, he starts with a gentle pucker; a kiss to show that he is grateful to be here with you.

Then another, this time pulling his lower lip to brush against yours before firmly lining it up, his eyes half lidded, drunken on the sweetness of your taste: he’s kindly begging to see happiness return to your oculus.

His arms around your body tightens, as an intense craving for your warmth flushed against his body becomes unbearable. Any skin to skin he can feel, he’ll gladly cherish.

You two pull back to look into each other’s eyes, and like a competition to see who has the better attention to detail, your gaze dances up and down his features, as you ingrain every dust of subtle freckles on his nose and every strand of his fluttery lashes in your mind. Then you bring both your hands to his soft cheeks to pull him back in for a firmer kiss.

This time, he runs the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, politely asking for entrance as you gladly grant him access. Your tongue dances with his in new found harmony, before switching back to your firmer kisses, falling into a natural rhythm.

He squeezes his hand on your lower back to deepen the kiss and he can’t help but smile to your warm lips when he hears a small giggle vibrate from your throat.

He pulls back, keeping his face very close to yours as he looks down at you, half lidded, with a growing smirk. “I see someone’s a little ticklish.”

“No, I’m not.” As you’re trying to push him away with both your hands, he pulls you in closer with a laugh, reconnecting his lips to yours while his hands ladders up your sides, down your back then to the back of your neck, gently squeezing as he go.

You squirm in his arms, trying to contain your laughter as you try to focus on kissing him, but you can’t help the giggle that escapes you. He pulls back to study your adorable expressions before nuzzling his face to your neck, making sure to breath heavily so you can giggle some more for him.

He is hooked, this is his new addiction.

“Lev, I’m going to kill you!” You giggle as you try to weakly push his head away, but he only nuzzles you harder, wiggling both his hands up and down your sides. “Hahahah!”

The fact that he has you pinned so tightly, heightens your sensitivity as you are tempted to give in to your hysteria.

Then an idea pops up in his mind.

“Y/n-san, wait here.” He says as he sets you free, allowing you to catch your breath as you clutch your sides in an attempt to rid your goosebumps of its phantom. He grabs your camera from the bed, then walks over to set it up on your dresser, opposite to you.

“How do you set a timer on this?”

“There should be a notch to the side.” You respond out of instinct, though you are a little confused as to what he’s trying to capture. Your room is messy from all the clothes you have laid out for Lev to try, and the sun is way too direct to be flattering.

Crank. Tik, tik, tik.

He hovers his hands over the camera for a moment, making sure that it will not fall, then sits back down on his previous spot on the bed. Before you can ask him what he’s doing, he pulls you to his lap then leans down to kiss you with one hand to support the back of your head, simultaneously fluttering his long fingers on the small strip of exposed skin above your waistband. You squirm ticklishly, no longer able to hold back your sweet giggles as he laughs at your reaction, leaning down to trail ghost-like kisses down your chin. He’s thoroughly enjoying himself. Snap.

“Yay, my first shot!” He exclaims excitedly, still tickling and easily holding down your thrashing body with his big hands.

“Haha, you…evil!” You manage mid giggle as you weakly reach your arms out to wiggle at his waist with your long nails, causing him to double over, laughing, before swinging you on to the bed so that he doesn’t drop you by accident.

With his long legs straddling your waist, he pounces at you with both hands, tickling you mercilessly all over, shifting between spots so swiftly that you are not allowed any chance to grab his wrists. When you’ve given up on your defense, you diverted to the offensive, feathering your nails up his exposed neck then to the back of his ears. He laughs obnoxiously, then in an attempt to worsen your predicament, he nuzzles his nose against your neck, using his laugh as a weapon to tickle you with his erratic breaths.

“Ok, ok, I surrender haha.” He giggles, as he tries to stop you by easily grasping both your wrists into one of his large hands and pinning it above your head. Oddly enough, it almost did not seem like you’re the winner here. 😳

Realizing the suggestive position you are both in, he lets go of your wrist to bring one of his calloused hands to tenderly caress your warm cheek, his eyes look to yours with adoration. He didn’t want this moment to be lewd, he just wants it to be soft and genuine.

“I like you a lot, y/n-san.”

You cup his face with your hands before pulling him down to place a kiss to his forehead. “I like you too.”

Then your eyes catch a glimpse of his torso to see that his outfit is now wrinkly again, and from his position above you, gravity had tugged his half unbuttoned shirt revealingly, allowing you to see all the way down his chiseled abs.

You gulp. Oh boy, and here you thought he’s all fluff.

He notices you checking him out, then gives you the biggest, cheekiest grin as he leans down to nibble your ear.

“Like what you see?”

“Shut up.” Smacking his flexed bicep in embarrassment, only to feel heat rising to your head as you felt how rock solid it was.

“I’m going to say it!”

“Stop”

“Why don’t you take a photo of it then.” He says with a wink, earning a laugh and a facepalm from you.

“Goof, I will.”

—————

After getting Lev re-dressed, you take him to all the different places you thought were interesting, mostly away from public eyes. To your surprise, he poses very naturally, you barely have to give him any direction as he just automatically find ways to work his body in harmony with the settings.

Anywhere you go, and everyone you pass, people always seem to turn their heads back around to look at him; some were gazes of infatuated while some were of jealousy. But the amusing part of it all is how oblivious he had been about the looks he’s gotten, instead, his attention is all on you, and that really made you feel a stronger connection to him; both as his significant other and his photographer.

With any moment you were with him that day, you can’t help but raise your camera up to capture all the small things Lev would do; randomly reaching out to touch a small branch as he walks, leaning all the way down to talk to a cat by the side of the streets, and smiling widely every time you call his name, as if he’s meeting you for the first time after a very long time.

You want to capture it all with your camera; a physical manifestation of your memory. And you’re not the only one, sometimes you’ll catch him pull out his camera when you are fiddling with yours, or when the sun would kiss your radiant skin while you look up to the bright blue sky with your fist above you, something you would always do to discern the direction of your shadows. When you turn to him after hearing a snap, he would give you the cheekiest grin, before running up to you like nothing had happened.

Lev is as fascinated of you as you are of him.

You’ve read that a good photographer is able to draw a relationship with any of their models, but there is something really special about a session with someone you share personal interests with outside of the studio.

You never knew how it felt like to have someone like that to photograph, but today is the first time in a long time where every shutter feels like a blink, and the lens you look through feels like the extension of your pupils.

—————

You could have developed the film you’ve shot with Lev that same day, but you decided to be nice and wait until he’s done with his before doing so, since your tank could hold two rolls each time.

It had been a week since that shoot, and you’re surprised when Lev barges into your camera shop after his practice with the cat you’ve attempted to photograph months ago, dangling pathetically in his hands. He raises it up with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.

“I think I finished my roll!”

Leaning on the glass counter at the shop, a big smile slowly creeps to your lips. His enthusiasm is so contagious, and seeing him definitely brights up your day every time.

“Congrats! Come here, let’s wind it up”

He sets the cat down, outside of your shop, petting it goodbye, before bouncing up to you and setting the camera down gently on the glass.

“Ok, so you’re going to want to pull this lever up half way, then with the other hand, press down on this little button.” You go to explain the steps, pointing to the different parts of the camera and miming your motion before handing it back to him. “Try it!”

He tries to follow your instructions, nervously pulling the lever up halfway, pressing the button underneath the camera, then begins to unwind. You bring your ear close to the camera to listen for a click, and he does the same.

Click.

Both your eyes light up, as he looks to you for approval before opening up the back. The film roll looks hilariously tiny in his large hands as he holds it out to you happily. “I did it!”

“Good job, Lev! Now you can put that in your empty canister!”

But he’s already at it, nodding happily as he rummages through his gym bag for one. Once it’s in, you hand him a tape and he concentrates on labelling it before handing the tape and pen back to you with a smile.

“I really can’t wait!” He hands your camera back to you, but instead, you shake your head.

“It’s yours. I’ve had it for a long time now.” His eyes widen as he reaches across the counter to pull you into a hug, placing a small kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you so much, I will be a very good camera parent!” You laugh.

“You had been! That’s why I trust you” And he smiles back so widely, you never want to feel his arms unwrap itself from your torso.

—————

When your shift is over that night, you bring Lev to your room to demonstrate the procedure with your roll of exposed film, so he can see it with the lights on. You had him reattempt it a few times with his eyes closed, occasionally reaching your hands out to guide him.

Once he feels confident enough, which was very quickly, you lay out everything you need on your bed, tells Lev to sit on the mattress, crosslegged, before throwing a blanket over him and all the tools.

You take a step back to laugh when you notice how silly this looks; Lev looks like a giant on your bed, and now that there’s a blanket over him, he can’t seem to stop giggling.

“Alright, I’m turning off the lights. Hold tight, you blanket monster."

Then you draw your blackout curtains, turns off all the lights and makes sure that your room is completely dark before climbing under the blanket, opposite to him. You didn’t tumble or walk into anything at all since you’ve done this so many times.

“Ok, so treat this just like your practice run! I find it easier to keep your eyes closed.”

He nods, but then he quickly realizes that you could not see him. “Ok!”

Reaching for his film, he begins working on his operation, surprisingly calmly, though he did fumble and struggle to load his strip on to his roll, he kept persisting. Meanwhile, you work on yours in silence and with very precise movements.

Soon after, you load both your films into your tub and closes the lid, before pulling the blanket off.

“Oof, it was hot in there!” He says, stretching his arms up in the dark while you set the tub on your desk before turning the lights back on.

“You’re like a human furnace, it’s never been that warm under the blankets before. how was it?”

He does the grabby hands and pulls you back on to his lap, placing a small kiss to your nose before responding.

“It was really comforting.” Then he gently squeezes his hand on your waist, causing you to wiggle out of his gasp with a squeal.

“I’m not falling for that again!” You exclaim, sitting on the the ground with your arms around your torso to protect yourself from the tickle monster.

He laughs loudly. “But you’re so adorable!”

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Lev eventually left to go home after the film was developed.

Excited to see the results of your photoshoot, you stayed up late to scan all the shots. Once it’s done, you disconnect your laptop so you can sit on your bed with your back against the wall, happily flipping through the shots while snacking on some dates.

As expected, all your shots of Lev turned out very well, and you can’t help but linger on some of the photos, obsessing over just how effortlessly captivating he look; he’ll look so seductive in one, looking down at the camera, half lidded with the slightest hint of a playful smirk, while in the next, he’ll look so innocent, with his face tilted slightly downwards, and his almond eyes subtly widened, allowing the sun to bounce off the vibrancy of his gem colored orbs.

You can’t believe that his only modeling experience was of him with his sister, on an ice cream commercial when he was 5. You laugh at the thought of him smothering his face with ice cream.

But what surprises you most is Lev’s album; with photos of you taking up more than half of his roll, and they were all very well shot too. Do I really look like this?

You hate being photographed, but upon looking through his shots of you, you can’t help but feel the warmth of happiness radiate from within your heart.

Through his lens, you looked so authentic and genuinely happy. He captured you at moments you never knew was worth capturing, and you begin to wonder if he had the same urge to photograph you as badly as you did for him, when you first met in the alley at dawn.

Recounting back to all the times you felt his eyes watch you appreciatively, with a warm smile. He makes you feel loved, and special.

You come to realize why you hate to be photographed; you never felt worthy enough to spend a roll of film on. But he’s proving you wrong, as you now understand the way he sees you.

He sees you for you. It’s as simple as that.

Then at the end of the album, you see a photo that brings the happiest smile to your lips: it was his first shot where he’s tickling you. The light that you thought was too direct, turned out to be perfectly exposed, rimming the two of you beautifully, while the mess on your bed provided authenticity to the photo. You can’t help but smile wider as you remember the exact moment when you two kissed for the first time.

You’ve finally found your muse.

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A day off (Kamilah Sayeed & MC)

Book: Bloodbound (property of Pixelberry Studios) Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed & MC: Amy (I do not own those characters, they’re the property of Pixelberry Studios as well.) Warnings: fluff, smut

Rating: mature

Requested by Roller Coaster Anon: fluff romantic breakfast followed by smut

Author’s note: I’m not a native English speaker, I’m sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me).

Oh my... I was struggling so much with the "romantic" part, and I still don't think I did its justice. Though... I've never said that I'm gonna take your requests seriously haha 😅

I know this part has still some issues, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! 💕 And please, Roller Coaster Anon, give me a short feedback, was it what you expected at some point at least? 😉

~ 2100 words

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A day off

A small smile appeared on Amy's face as she observed a woman hidden under the blanket on the bed.

She looked so peaceful, dreaming about the better days.

The blonde was keeping cups of coffee in her hands that she had prepared for both of them. It was their sweet routine to start a day. Though, it was more usual for Kamilah to wake up earlier and take care of it.

The sweet aroma of the drink spread all over the room, causing the sleeping woman to move slightly.

Amy felt warmth spreading inside her chest as she was taking in the image of her beloved. She still couldn't understand how much love she was able to handle inside herself.

But with Kamilah? It was never too much.

The woman moved again, causing the blanket to expose the shining skin of her back. Brown straight hair of her head fell loosely on her shoulders and mattress around, creating a beautiful picture of a goddess that was taken out straight from the painting of a famous artist.

Even though she looked so peaceful at that moment, the girl was well aware that as soon as Kamilah finds out about the hour, she won't be calm anymore.

With that thought, Amy put the cups aside, full of hope that coffee would stay warm just a moment longer. She could have just wakened the woman right away, but the occasion seemed too tempting to resist.

Moving as quietly as she could, she made her way toward the bed.

As always, after the tiring days, Kamilah was sleeping on her belly. Amy had her time to learn that it was her most comfortable sleeping position.

The blonde got on the bed, next to her sleeping beauty. Her right hand was slowly moving on Kamilah's leg, making its way up. She didn't want to wake the woman up, not just yet, so she kept her touch gentle, barely noticeable.

After a moment, the girl lowered herself, brushing the woman's soft skin on the shoulder with her lips ever so slightly. Her hand moved on Kamilah's back, causing her body to shiver under it with pleasure.

Amy was paying all her attention to the woman's reactions as she gently pulled the hair away, giving herself access to more of her fiancée's skin. Then she leaned down to kiss a weak spot on her neck.

Kamilah hummed softly. She was awake for a long time but didn't want to interrupt Amy's work.

"Good morning," the blonde whispered into her ear, adding a little kiss on the earlobe before taking it inside her mouth and letting go of it with a quiet sound.

"Mhmm," Kamilah turned around, opening her eyes. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She lifted herself up, but Amy gently put a hand on her chest, pushing her down on a mattress. Kamilah raised her eyebrows, surprised by the girl's confidence, but decided to not comment on that.

"Today..." Amy leaned down, kissing her softly between words, "...is the day off for you," she kissed deeper, not giving Kamilah time to argue. "My queen."

The girl pulled back, smiling, but her confidence was slowly wearing off as she saw the look on Kamilah's face.

Not the happiest one...

"What do you mean by that?" even if for a second she considered it was just a joke, all of her doubts disappeared soon. "Amy... why is it 10 a.m.?"

"Um..." Amy stood up, avoiding her gaze. "Because... I turned off your alarm clock?"

"You did...what?" the woman put the blanket aside. "I have a meeting scheduled with Adrian."

"No, you don't," Amy turned around quickly, stopping Kamilah from getting up. "I rescheduled it," she looked at her with a puppy face, trying to hide how proud she was of herself. "That's one of the advantages of being his personal assistant, you know?"

Kamilah was sitting there, speechless. She looked at this adorable human being that just wanted for her to get some rest after those busy days she had. Short laughter escaped her mouth when she took a cup of coffee that Amy had prepared for her.

"You're impossible," Kamilah said, shaking her head.

She took a sip of the drink, letting the warm liquid flow down her throat. Her tensed muscles relaxed a little bit as her head cleared itself from crowded thoughts.

"I know," Amy chuckled, feeling relieved. "And today we're staying all day in bed. Starting with breakfast."

"Have you cooked breakfast for us?" Kamilah looked at her with disbelief.

"Oh, god, no," Amy almost screamed, "I want this day to be a good one for you, not the last one in your life."

Kamilah smirked at this answer, she was well aware of Amy's not the best cooking skills. Actually, even "not the best" is an exaggeration here. She still remembered this one time when the girl wanted to make her a dinner surprise, and how it almost ended up with the kitchen bursting into flames along with the rest of the penthouse.

Suddenly a doorbell rang loudly, echoing in the apartment.

"You've ordered food?" Kamilah fell back on the mattress, amused by her. "How romantic of you, Amy."

"I can be romantic... sometimes," she laughed, hurriedly covering Kamilah's body with a blanket. "And now stay quiet here, I don't want some strangers to see my beautiful fiancée barely dressed."

Amy looked at the woman one last time, biting her lower lip at the view. She left the bedroom, shaking her head to let go of all the naughty thoughts that were already created there.

From the moment the girl closed the doors, Kamilah removed the blanket and turned around, searching for her phone.

She heard Amy's sweet voice as she was greeting the delivery guy, acting all charming. Kamilah could easily imagine how the poor boy must have been mesmerized by her gorgeous fiancée.

The woman shook her head, focusing on the task. She needed to contact with Adrian about their meeting, but her phone was nowhere to find.

"Where did you hide it this time?" she muttered to herself, remembering the last time Amy wanted to keep her away from work.

Her eyes moved to the drawer, where she found it last time. There was at least a possibility Amy forgot about that and made the same mistake. With this thought, Kamilah made her way toward the furniture. She spent a while looking at the picture of her and Amy that was standing there. It was one of the few that the girl convinced her to take. A memory of that day made her smile softly to herself before she finally opened the drawer.

Just to see a piece of paper with a doodle on it that was meant to look like Kamilah. Next to the picture was left a little note.

Not this time, gorgeous.

"Kamilah Sayeed," she heard a voice behind herself, making her turn around, "you were supposed to wait for me in bed."

Amy was standing in front of her, carrying plates full of food prepared for both of them. For a moment, Kamilah felt embarrassed by her own actions. It made her impressed once again by how much effect this girl had on her.

"It'll take much more than that to keep me in bed, my love," Kamilah's only way to win in this was to play confident, which always worked on Amy.

And indeed, it didn't take long for the girl's cheek to turn pinkish. The reaction was immediate, even though she knew this side of Kamilah for a long time.

She knew basically every side of her by then.

"I didn't mean it like that," she said, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, since I've put so much effort into this breakfast, you better like it," she chuckled sweetly at her own joke.

Both women sat down back on the bed, making themselves comfortable. Even though the food was ordered, there was something magical about this moment.

Besides, every minute with Amy was magical for Kamilah. Just being able to see her smile meant a world for her.

And only for Amy, Kamilah was ready to stop for a moment. To put the work behind, and just be there with her, finally feeling happy.

***

"See? It was tasty after all," Amy laughed, putting empty plates aside.

Kamilah fell down on the bed with a smile.

The soft fabric surrounding her made her want to drift away just for a second. She put her hands behind her head, stretching all the muscles. While doing that, she also watched her fiancée, that was looking at her mesmerized with her mouth slightly opened.

"We should thank the chef," Kamilah's voice teased even though her whole appearance didn't show her true intentions.

For a long moment, Amy couldn't take her eyes off this goddess lying on the bed before her. As she admired her, a mischievous grin appeared on her face.

"You can start now," Amy said in a husky voice that immediately drew Kamilah's attention.

The woman lifted her gaze just to see the blonde straddling her hips. She looked at her, raising her left eyebrow in an unspoken question, but she was enjoying the show too much to interrupt it with words. Amy bit her lower lip while taking off her shirt impossibly slow, revealing bare skin under it.

Kamilah watched her movements, mesmerized by the beauty in front of her. She moved her hands on Amy's hips, stroking them through the material.

Amy leaned down, with her lips just an inch from Kamilah's.

But not close enough.

She just smiled, and moved to her jaw, leaving little kisses on her skin. The path she created with them went straight to the woman's ear.

"What about this thanking part?" Amy whispered, adding submissively, "My queen."

Kamilah closed her eyes with pleasure when her fiancée's mouth moved on her neck, touching a weak spot on which she sucked a little.

"You wish it was so easy to make me thank," the woman teased, wanting to push Amy further, let her lead.

Only this time.

"Oh," Amy moved one of her hands under her lover's body, unclipping her bra, "I really don't wish that."

She took the lingerie off, and now both of Amy's hands were covering Kamilah's breasts as she massaged them gently. She was creating anticipation in her lover's body while she continued on kissing her neck, getting lower with every second.

"And..." she spoke, pinching one of Kamilah's nipples, causing her to arch back.

The woman opened her eyes, watching Amy as she gave in herself entirely to this sweet human being. The only person in the world that she would let herself be so vulnerable around.

"We both know..." the blonde took the nipple inside her mouth, circling with her fingertips around the other one.

Kamilah put her fingers in Amy's hair, holding back a moan as her fiancée was working wonders, knowing what exactly to do to drive her crazy.

"That sooner or later..." Amy let go of her already hard nipple, looking at Kamilah's face.

One of her hands moved on the woman's stomach, reaching the edge of the underwear. Teasingly playing around, but not getting close enough.

"Amy..." Kamilah looked at her with pleading eyes.

"What is it?" Amy smiled, she loved making Kamilah feel this way.

But there was no answer to the girl's question, and instead, she saw this characteristic smirk in the corner of Kamilah's mouth. Amy cursed herself in mind. She was always making the same mistake, feeling like a winner too early.

"I see someone's playful," Amy chuckled, regaining confidence. "You should be happy, I feel generous today."

"Oh yeah, lucky me..." Kamilah's sarcastic laughter cut off when Amy's hand slipped inside her lingerie, bringing her desire to the point of almost unbearable, "...oh fuck."

Amy's fingers were touching the soft skin, wandering around the most sensitive spot. Kamilah pushed her hips forward, letting her fiancée know where she wanted her the most. And the longer Amy kept her waiting, the more the woman knew she would have her sweet revenge later.

After a long teasing game, Kamilah finally gave up, saying words that were meant only for her fiancée.

"Please..." she panted, and Amy's fingers finally touched her weak spot. "... kiss me."

Amy didn't wait, giving into Kamilah's embrace. Letting her wrap her hands around her back as they connected in a passionate kiss.

"Always," Amy whispered into her mouth.

One thing was sure.

It was a long day,

but...

...not entirely a day off.

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